Remnant 2 Kill The Doe Novels & Stories

Luca snarled something animal and raised his shotgun, blasting the metal drum into shredded scrap. Behind him, our men poured out, one of Remo’s guys got caught mid-run, head snapped back, blood painting the grass. Another lost his leg to a shotgun blast and fell thrashing like a butchered pig. “FALL BACK!” Remo screamed. He was bleeding from the shoulder now, limping slightly, “Fall the fuck back!” “No no no,” I muttered, stalking forward. “You came here for blood, Remo. Let's fucking have it.” I fired and fucking missed him by inches. He ducked. One of his lieutenants, a thick-necked bastard with a gold chain, got gunned down right in front of him and got his chest blown open.

Vic said complaining to himself. "Detect!!" "How can the chest be under the leg?" Vic was surprised.

“You really want to talk about that right now?” She laughed breathlessly, hips rolling shamelessly against his face. “Tell me.” His grin turned feral. “As my lady commands.” He dove back in with renewed hunger, sucking her clit hard while his fingers fucked her deeper, faster. Between licks and sucks, he spoke, voice muffled against her dripping cunt. “The raiders were Silvermere remnants. We ambushed their attack. Killed most of them.” He curled his fingers just right, making her cry out. “A few escaped into the forest. We’ll hunt them down tomorrow.”

“Then we go.” Leo’s gaze flicked to him. “You’ll keep up?” The corner of Rem’s mouth quirked — a shadow of the smile Leo once knew so well. “Watch me.” They joined the second wave, storming through the shattered gates as Kane’s fury unleashed. Gunfire split the night, grenades shook the compound, men screamed as steel clashed and bullets ripped through flesh. Rem fought like a man possessed, his blade swift, his movements merciless. Leo stayed close, covering his back, their rhythm too natural, too practiced — the muscle memory of old lovers fighting side by side.

I’ll knock that smirk right off your face. Ridge laughs and takes off through the trees, hightailing it after the herd. Get off your ass, Mo. Do some work! I went after him in what I hope is the promise of retribution, then haul myself to my feet, shake it off, and follow. Nothing’s hurt but my pride. Luckily, my inability to time my attack correctly doesn’t ruin the hunt for us. Within moments of the initial chaos, other members of the pack take down two deer—a young buck and a doe—and the rest of the herd bounds off into the sunset to live another day.

With resolve, I pursued my elusive prey, navigating through the dense foliage, driven by the urgency of the chase. Eventually, I found her again, grazing serenely in a sunlit glade. Taking a deep breath, I steadied my aim and released the arrow, this time striking true. The doe stumbled and fell, a testament to my persistence and skill. Approaching her with reverence, I acknowledged the sacrifice she made for my family's survival. With gratitude, I lifted her onto my shoulders, ready to return to Ferngrove with our bounty. As I trekked homeward, a sense of pride and accomplishment filled me, spurred on by the anticipation of sharing the spoils with my loved ones.

I finish with **Sanguine Eclipse**. The rift floods with controllable blood ocean. The Death Lord drowns in it. HP bar hits zero. The rift seals with a thunderclap. System explodes. *Boss Defeated: Remnant Death Lord (Echo) – EXP +50,000,000* *Level Up: Blood Wizard Lv. 109 → Lv. 115* *Storm Queen Branch: +5 Levels* *New Title: Rift Closer [+100% Veil Stability in Controlled Zones]* *Loot Drop: Underworld Essence (Crafting Material – Epic)*

With a steady breath, she adjusted her grip on the dagger and ran. The wolf turned—too late. Rhea’s blade sliced cleanly across its neck. A single, precise strike. It staggered, eyes wide, blood bubbling past its snarling jaws. It let out a final, choked growl before collapsing into the dirt. Silence settled over the clearing. The tension in Kaelan’s shoulders eased. His paws pressed against the earth, body still vibrating with adrenaline. He took a slow step forward, nudging the creature’s lifeless form with his snout. The red glow in its eyes faded, leaving only darkness behind.

The horn faded into the stillness. Only the snow kept moving — fine white powder sifting down from the ridge above as something enormous shifted its weight. Daryl’s voice was low. “It’s not alone.” Killian’s grip on his magic tightened, the shadows eager and restless. “I killed one of those things in the breach.” “That,” Daryl said, drawing both blades in a single, fluid motion, “was a pup.” The ridge split apart like a curtain.

Black residue coated its fur in thick patches and was seeping into the soil around it like it was looking for somewhere else to be. My wolf went very still inside my chest and made a sound low and unhappy. I crouched down, reached out on instinct Pulled my hand back out of reasoning and logic. I stood up and ran. Rylan was pouring water in the kitchen when I came through the door at a speed that announced itself before I did. Torin looked up from the blade he was sharpening. Kaelen lowered his book. "There's a dead deer at the far end of the grounds," I said. "Black residue. A lot of it. It's seeping into the soil."