Reindeer Stories Novels & Stories

“Oh my God they are huge!!” “And so tall! They are taller than mommy!” Miley squealed, “There’s also a reindeer!” Hudson voiced out, gaining our attention as he chuckled. Pointing over to another spot, as the kids raced with him to check it out. “WOAHHHH! It’s a real REINDEER!” Mason and Miles gushed at the same time, jumping around it as they checked it out. The fuck?! How did he do all these?!

His tall tales amused every pup around the campfire when the rest of the pack went on hunts, and I always wanted to believe him, but everyone knew they were just urban legends. I can still picture the deep creases around eyes that had seen everything and then some, if his stories were to be believed. My dear old grandad was a crotchety son of a bitch, except for nights like the Yule hunt. The Yule hunt before I tuned eighteen was the last time I sat with the other unshifted wolves and listened to his tall tales about running into battle beside the King who divided the kingdoms.

I remember begging him for a story when he came in to tuck me in almost every night. The book was filled with lots of short stories, all of them about werewolves. I flipped to my favorite one, Little Red Riding Hood. It was about a young she-wolf who was taking her grandmother some food goods. Her grandmother lived in the forest oddly enough, instead of a pack where the little girl lived. When she got to her grandmother’s house and knocked on the door, a male-wolf answered the door. As soon as their eyes met, her wolf recognized him as her mate. It turned out that her grandmother had gotten hurt while out and the wolf had found her in distress, carried her home, and tended to her wound

’ He sniffled. ‘Maybe I can find a way to fix that, too,’ I muttered, scanning the pages of an ancient, dusty book I’d found buried in Moon Chasm’s library. I didn’t find anything. There were old fairy tales, so old they barely seemed recognisable anymore, that spoke of affronted gods casting down their children and making the first wolves. Some were classic tales, like the one about three pups going too near a river and being turned into toads to save them from drowning; others were cautionary tales, warning young wolves away from humans and forbidding any sort of romances between us and them – all in a fun, rhyming sort of way, of course.

Though I’d seen this place decorated every year of my life I could remember– except last year— this year felt especially magical. Over the man-made tunnel leading into the auditorium, beams of light flashed into the sky as if to say, “This is the epicenter of Christmas!” Out front, literal candy cane lanes guided people past decorations on the lawn. There was Santa’s sleigh–a real, antique sleigh–painted a pristine crimson and trimmed with gold. The intricate swirl designs on the hood were stunning. In a small fenced-in field were nine real reindeer, each with beautiful Nordic harnesses. Each of the reindeer’s harnesses depicted their names–Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donne

It is times like this that I am grateful I do not have any siblings. I sat on my bed and he sat on the couch. "So... Why do you leave your old school?" "Nothing serious. My mum just decided that we needed a change of environment and I am glad I agreed because It was a chance to meet great people like you and the girls." "Aww." He said in a girlish way. "That sounds so weird and funny." I chuckled. "Let's play a game. Any suggestions?" He asked. "Uhmm... Let's play two truths and a lie!"

"There's this story I heard when I was young. I don't remember much but I think that you'll like it." "Let's hear it," I said. "It's a story that's been past down since ancient times. Are you really ready to bear it's weight?" "We are more than ready," Lora said and Ana shrugged, as if washing her hands off whatever consequences that would come afterwards. "Once upon a time, there was a girl named Little Red Riding Hood. One day, she stumbled into the forest and got lost. She began to look for shelter and soon found a house and got in. She then found three bowls of porridge on the table. The first bowl of porridge was too hot-"

The mist-deer leak fear pheromones. Only a few wolves are fast enough to catch the beasts. But, unluckily for them, I’m one of the ones who can. I wheel in their direction, lengthening my stride and softening my landings. When Kieran, Candace, and I were very young, Mother used to tell us bedtime stories occasionally. Bedtime story, really. After Finn and Ingrid arrived a few years later, she didn’t have the time, but I can still recite the story off by heart because she retold it the day after my very first shift, and the rhythm of it is perfect for timing a wolf’s strides.

"Really? And what stories does Mommy tell you?" Brandon tilted his head, thinking. "The Three Bears, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, and the Prince and the Frog." He hesitated a little. "Mommy knows lots of stories too, but she only tells me one each night, so she finishes them quickly." Peter grinned. "Is that so? Do you really like listening to stories?" Brandon nodded enthusiastically. "I love it." "Then, how about letting Grandma tell you stories from now on? Sometimes, Mommy gets very tired."

she faked her smile to me. Aria's fake smile faltered at almost same time, and she looked away, her eyes clouding over. "Let's just say.... it, wasn't what I expected to happen," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, with the sad feeling on her face already. I nodded sympathetically, remembering what she told me. "I can imagine the pain you felt. I've heard stories about the mating ceremonies and the Rejection. How the alpha's instincts take over, and they claim their mates without regard for anything else."