Skinwalker Deer Novels & Stories

Deer. Beria opened his eyes, quickly ran along the branch, crouched down, froze, looking at the clearing ahead. At the very edge, hidden in the shade of the trees, there really was a deer. Luxurious horns, reddish fur, white on the neck and on the tips of the ears. The large, damp nose moves slightly, steam rising in the cold air from breathing. Bery carefully took out his bow, trying not to make a sound, so as not to frighten off the sensitive beast. He pulled out a thin arrow from his quiver, put it on a bowstring. He evened out his breath, taking aim, not taking his eyes off the prey. Deer stepped on the spot, shook his head. The light tail swung from side to side. An arrow whistled. Bery

When not with the pack, my cousins and I dropped the titles and went on a first-name basis. Seeing an opportunity to kill used to excite Finn the most in the world. I stopped the car, and he jumped out while growling and shifting immediately. I waited for him to finish the task while thinking about Nyla. She would assume I left because of her slap. I just left home an hour ago and was already missing her. I looked back at Finn to see how he loved to play with his prey. That Rogue wolf wasn't even in our territory but no wolves except the Rogues dared to venture out into this forest infested with the Skinwalkers. Only they were immune to the skinwalker magic.

I began to walk forward, wanting to get a better view. Jayme came to my side almost immediately, his hand resting on my shoulder just as I saw the male sentry leap forward, claws extended, and hurl what appeared to be a brown deer into the snow. The female sentry flanked his side momentarily and I watched as she sank her own claws into the deer's body, ignoring the cries from the animal, only stopping when her claws were embedded deeply into it. I winced as she twisted her arm, and the noises emitting from the animal cut off sharply. Bones cracked and I watched as the male sentry withdrew what looked to be a large sack.

I lock on, sure to know exactly which one I’ve chosen when I leap out and cause the rest of the grazing deer to scatter. Wolf shifters, unlike regular wolves, are more ballsy hunters. We can afford to be a bit more reckless with lone hunting, even with slightly bigger game. I recall every bit of training I’ve been doing, everything I’ve watched the hunters learn as well on their own rotations, and every bit of advice my friends have given me. It takes some chasing, but eventually, I’m able to latch onto my chosen deer and deliver the death bite to its neck. It drops like deadweight and I drag it back with me, suddenly grateful that I have someone to help me bring it back.

But despite his wounds, he dragged a massive male deer behind him, its antlers catching the light as he stepped forward. The crowd gasped in admiration. I exhaled. He won. But before I could even process my relief, another shape emerged from the forest. Damien. His black fur was pristine, untouched by wounds, his movements confident. And in his jaws…. A bison. My stomach dropped. The crowd roared with excitement. “Holy shit, a bison?” “That’s impossible!” “You can’t find a bison in these woods!” I felt my heart sink. And then, as if to drive the final nail into the coffin, Rhett strode in last, dragging a *cougar*.

Then nothing. The others whoop in celebration as they move forward. I hang back, half-impressed, half-horrified. Ruby throws me a glance over her shoulder. “Told you the fun part wasn’t the chase.” I raise a brow. “What is it then?” She crouches beside the body, pulling a hunting knife from her belt. “Skinning.” Claw shifts back, panting and laughing, blood on her chin. “I think it’s the eating.” “Or the screaming,” Buzz adds, kicking the deer’s head for fun.

“Dead. But this... this isn't normal.” “Maybe it was running from something. A hunter, a predator, who knows?” I unbuckled and opened my door, stepping out despite his earlier command. “Let's move it off the road and keep going. We're running out of time, Malcolm.” But as I approached and saw what he was staring at, my words died in my throat. The deer lay twisted on the ground, its eyes wide and glassy. But it wasn't the death itself that made my stomach turn, there was some of the black veins crawling up from its chest, spreading like ink beneath its fur, exactly like the ones on Jennifer's skin.

Frankie would have to accept Aiden, and there was no way around it. The panicked cry of the deer right before Deek sank his teeth into its jugular and tore through it filled the empty silence of the forest. This was how Oliver and Deek kept themselves away. They hunted and killed anything that was not a pack member throughout the territory. At times, they would venture outside the territory and challenge bands of rogues.

“12 out of 21 deer have been killed by this hunter.” Holding my spear, I am trying to catch my breath while paying my whole attention to the keeper. Keepers are the one who has the information of how many kills a hunter has in an hour. “None other than, Raffi of the Ambrose’s!” I saw my father fixing his hunter’s robe while wearing his huge smile. The whole tribe is excited especially the women of which gender I belong to. I started to walk to the wooden stage created by the tribe for this kind of ceremony. Everybody is happy and I hope this will last forever.

So I quickly moved my furry legs to follow the direction in which the deer go. The snow on the ground trampled underneath my feet as I run faster, enjoying the chase. He let me took the lead and ran just behind me. The deer was almost at my grasp when he reached beside me. "Pounce on him now Princess don't waste your time!" Following his command I jump at the white tailed deer, plunging my sharp teeth behind his neck. My prey was not able to move from my strong hold. The blood that flowed freely from the deer's neck is very satisfying. It tried to wriggle to break free but there's no way it can escape my strong hold. I completely covered it's body with mine, sucking on it's blood and biting