Skeleton Deer Novels & Stories

Zane exclaimed as both our arrows flew into the deer simultaneously, instantly striking it down. “Is it dead?” I asked, but thought against it as the deer struggled where it was lying. “Hope not,” I heard Zane mutter, walking towards it. He pulled out his hunting dagger from the weapon belt around his waist, grabbed the deer's skin, and began to skin it. “What the hell, man?” I muttered, watching with wide eyes as the deer still struggled. Yet Zane didn't stop what he was doing, and the worst part was that he seemed to be enjoying it!

In the distance, rolling hills rose beneath dense forests, where glowing vines wound through the trees like ribbons. At the heart of the sanctuary lay a clear lake, its water faintly tinted green. Broad lily pads floated across the surface, where brightly colored water birds perched and preened. What was even more astonishing was the abundance of rare spiritual beasts scattered throughout the space. On a distant hillside, deer-like creatures grazed in silence. Their forked antlers shimmered with a glassy translucence, and their pale coats gleamed softly under the light of the glowing vines. They were the legendary Glasshorn Deer.

It felt strange. The uncle knelt on one knee beside the deer. Seen up close, the deer was very large. It was still alive. Red blood flowed from the hole in its neck. The creature occasionally twitched its four legs, trying to get up. It looked pitiful and in pain. Eugene grimaced.

I threw the sword, and it went rolling end over end, slicing off the head of the skeleton and shattering it to pieces. I grabbed hold of a skeleton rapier's hand, twisted it backwards, and I could hear the sound of bone cracking. I transformed my hand into a huge boulder and then used it to knock its head off. It went scattered. I swashed aside, then jumped and kicked a skeleton on the chest, and the bone went crashing due to the force. I stretched my hand, and the sword appeared back in my hand. I jumped in the air and planted my two feet on two skeletons' chests, and their bones cracked. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see the squirrel cat biting one skeleton. It was jumping from one

Cynthia calculated that she should be able to hunt another sika deer before the game was over, and on the way out, if she was lucky, she could kill a few chare with her dagger. With her guard already down and her body very tired and hungry, those 4 pairs of eyes were on her again. "This is our last chance, she must die. " They threw a sika deer, which they had captured alive, to the ground and untied the rope tied to its legs. The sika deer immediately stood up and fled. The bait had been thrown and was waiting for the ravenous fish to take the bait again. Cynthia saw a familiar brown figure flicker by and she smiled happily. She had found her prey.

It was a deer, or at least what remained of a deer; in place of its stomach was a hollow concave, to him, it looked as if it had been torn open by a rabid bear with the Jaws of a crocodile. There were claw marks on other parts of the deer, and matching ones on his biceps. From where he sat, it seemed like something had sliced off the head of the animal from the rest of its body in one clean strike. “Oh god…oh god…oh god…” He muttered as he struggled to put as much distance between himself and the decaying carcass as possible. He struggled to stand, once on his feet,

He dropped to the cold mud, clutching his arm as if to hold himself together. But the horror was just beginning. Within seconds, the charred flesh knit back together — smooth, flawless, unscarred. He stared, breath catching, heart hammering. Not human. His mouth was dry and cracked. His gums throbbed deep, raw in the bone. He lifted trembling fingers and pressed them to his lips. They were sharp. Longer than they should be. Curved like a predator’s. Something stirred behind him. He spun around. A young deer stood trembling between two twisted cypress roots.

--- The creatures are not alive. Skeletons clad in sand-armor, their ribcages cradling pulsing violet fungi. They move in silence, scimitars of bone gleaming under the twin suns. Eden's crows dive, but the sand-armor dissolves them, acidic grains eating through feathers and flesh. "Run!" I snarl, but the city answers.

She lifted the bar from the doors. Lucien moved instantly. Cassian too. But she was already pulling the doors open. Snow blew inward in a violent sheet. Moonlight spilled across the shrine threshold. And beyond— Twenty figures stood in the drift. White bone armor. Fur-lined black cloaks. Faces hidden behind carved masks shaped like skulls. Blue torches burned in their hands. No horses. No banners. Silent as graves. At their center stood a woman in antlered bone armor. Tall.

Its leg was wedged between a heavy, jagged branch. "Oh, you poor thing," Lea exhaled, her fear turning into pity. The deer panicked at first, but as Lea approached with a gentle aura, it calmed. "It’s okay, beautiful. I’m going to help you." She carefully pried the branches away. The deer tried to jump up but collapsed immediately, its leg bleeding heavily. Lea couldn't bear to see it in pain. She knelt beside it, stroking its fur. *** Using his Lycan senses, Drex tore through the undergrowth. He shifted his ears beneath his hoodie, tracking Lea’s scent—a mix of her unique sweetness and the rising scent of her fear.