Skeleton Deer Novels & Stories

The forest embraced them like an old friend. And then, Ryder spotted his prey. A majestic deer stood gracefully among the trees, unaware of their presence. His pulse quickened as he felt the surge of primal instinct, a connection to his ancestors. With his father and brother watching, Ryder took a deep breath, steadying his nerves. He summoned all his training, his energy focusing on the moment. And then, with a burst of speed and agility, he lunged forward, his hands and fingernails sinking into the deer's neck.

Jayden replied. The sentries led Jayden and Lavender to the forest and showed him what they had found. Jayden and Lavender stared at the sight in shock. It was indeed a strange sight. It was a dead deer but it hadn't died from a natural cause or from injuries inflicted by a predator. Instead it looked white and pale like there was no blood in it. Jayden bent down to inspect the animal. There was no injury on it's body apart from two small puncture holes on its neck.

He smelled like the lazy heat of the sun settling in a pine forest, warm, peaceful, and safe. Skye in return licked under my chin and wagged his tail. Settling side by side, we dug into the soft underbelly of the fallen doe. I took the liver in two ravenous bites, sinking my muzzle into the cavern I had begun to excavate in the deer’s rib cage. Blood stained my fur and half blinded me but the gobs of hot rich viscera sliding down my throat was well worth it. Between two hungry werewolves, one deer rapidly became a pile of bones and scraps of blood drenched fur.

I rolled my eyes and frowned, but before I could argue, something rustled in the underbrush. We all turned as a deer emerged from the trees, its large, dark eyes scanning the clearing. It was a beautiful creature, its coat a mix of brown and gold, its movements cautious yet graceful. My breath caught. This was different from shooting a bird. The sheer size of it, the way it stood tall with its ears on alert. I didn't want to kill something so full of life. Kelvin’s uncle nudged me. “Go on. Take the shot.” I hesitated.

Barely wider than my shoulders. We swam toward it. Then I saw it. A shape—massive, pale, drifting in the slow current. At first I thought it was some giant aquatic predator—something ancient and hungry that had claimed this pool as its lair. My heart slammed against my ribs. I froze, fins of panic spreading through my chest. Then the current turned it. A wolf skeleton.

Muscles rippled beneath his transformed skin, and his senses honed in on a distant sound—the panicked rustling of a deer. His feet were quick through the forest, all four paws thundering in the forest bringing him closer to the prey with each step. The deer, sensing danger, darted through the trees with desperate elegance, trying to elude its predator. But Ethan's instincts were sharper than ever, and he pursued the deer relentlessly.

]: [Crude Crystal Hand-axe] +1 attack. +1 dexterity. [Skeletor has learned Crafting lv 1!] "Phew, it was tiring to deal with you, Skelly, really tiring…" he sighed and rubbed his face a couple of times. "I'm going to call Kevin. You continue doing hand-axes, ok?" The skeleton nodded, and David smiled at him, it was a pain in the ass, but the undead was growing on him. A couple of seconds later, a screen appeared in front of him. The image of a husky with purple eyes in the middle of a city was visible in it.

One wet snap of cartilage and the frantic drumming of hooves against dirt, slowing, slowing, stopping. He held on until the body went limp. Until the heartbeat faded to nothing beneath his teeth. Then he released, sat back on his haunches, and began to eat. The meat was good. Rich with fat, the deer having fed well before whatever sickness slowed it down. He tore into the belly first — the organs, soft and vital, the parts that spoiled fastest. Liver. Kidneys. The heart, still warm, swallowed in three bites. Then the haunches, stripping muscle from bone with teeth designed for exactly this purpose.

With their men's hiding in the White Wolf lair, the access of information was very easy. "One White Wolf's soldiers group consisted of five members. 3 boys, 1 girls and 1 gay." Jason caught Alexander attention as he raised his head and looked at him. His eyes were sparkling with amusement at what he heard. This news was very rare to be heard of among the White Wolf's Clan.

"Well done Knox. Your parents would be so proud of you." I don't think I've ever seen Knox blush like this before. I think it's adorable! I wonder if I can get him to do it again... "Thanks Nana," he smiles back. "What happened then?" asks Georgia. "There was this darkness... A black fog, I guess. It was repulsing us... It didn't want us there, but we followed it anyway," I say sadly. "What did you find?" Katherine asks. "A circle of small animals surrounding a dead deer," Knox responds, keeping his voice low. "They were all dead and decaying... Their souls were trapped inside their bodies like cages. But the blackness was spreading from inside the deer."