Novel & Cerita Skinwalker Deer

He let out a small chuckle. "You're more interested than I thought." He chuckled again. My eyes were full of questions, but I tried to pick just one. "So, do you think it's a new breed of wolf?" I whispered, not sure why though. He shook his head. He went to explain himself. "There's more to my story. A couple of days later, when no one would believe my story, I went back into the woods. I needed evidence so my family wouldn't think I was crazy. I found paw prints in the soft sand and like the kid I was, I followed them. I had found them again, they all laid together in a pile of fluff. Snoring away as they slept. I remember not being able to look away. I was mesmerized. "Hey!" Someone had s

I grinned broadly, shaking my head, thinking of him. I quickly turned and ran with lightning speed toward home. In minutes, I was within the cover of the deep forest of evergreens and silver maple, watching forest animals quickly scamper out of my way. Suddenly, I caught the scent of white-tailed deer on the bluffs, as rays of light peered through the canopy above. I knew I didn't have much time. Hiding, I silently stalked the herd, spotting my prey, when they caught my scent and tried to run. Bolting like an arrow from a hunter's bow, I quickly took one down. As I sank my razor sharp teeth into the sinew and muscles of its neck under its fur, the life giving blood rushed down my throat, pro

It screams as it tries for the trees. With a growl, I get to my feet and run for it. I get up to the large buck and grab the hilt of the knife. Sliding under its head, I drag the knife across the deer’s neck. Spilling its throat on the forest floor. It hits the ground with a thud. My shoulder is covered in deer blood. I pull out my knife and clean it off with my shirt “Oh my God! Lu that was amazing!” Wren says walking up to the deer carcass.

Dylan nodded beside me. “Then what should we do? They are hard to notice and they don’t have any scents. It is impossible to differentiate them from others; hell even humans have their unique signature. Skinwalkers are like ghosts. It amazes me that you could recognize his scent, which is nothing.” I cocked a brow. “I’m not your king for nothing Dylan, but to me, he smells like old worn leather.” He gave me a little bow of his head and we kept walking.

We walked and jogged for a solid two hours, all we could see is the white snow and the dead forest, we took another step, but then I heard a twig breaking behind me, I stood still, Micah walked right into me, he stopped and huffed looking at me annoyed, but I only shook my head at him, I heard another step on the snow, one that wasn't ours, my ears laid flat on my head, listening to the sound, it was coming from my left, I turned there, seeing a deer, he looked to be young. I pointed to Micah, he only nodded, I know now he's bad at hunting, but I need to do this on my own, he could help once I get him pinned down, I bent my knee and made sure that the deer couldn't see me, I was hidden with

I'm left alone up in the tree, trying to steady my breath as I consider the possibility of Gylen getting ripped apart. I wait for a couple of minutes before I drop to the ground in a knee-bending roll. Something snaps behind me, I turn and I see the brown wolf that had been stalking the river up close. And what's weird about it, is the horns; actual antlers that sprout from its massive head and its snout, that of a deer. A wolf-deer hybrid.

Although, actually taking the wolf with him could keep his food supply safe for months, but the young man couldn't do it. The young man's footsteps trembled as his distance from the two animal carcasses grew closer. He could not imagine what would happen if the wolf only pretended to be dead and instead ambushed him when he got there. Perhaps it wasn't just the deer that had the misfortune, his fate was no different. A chill swirled between them. Ethan drew his arrow from the wolf's heart and the snow turned ruby red. Redder than the deer's congealed blood. When he was sure the wolf was truly dead, Ethan skinned its fur to bandage the neck of the deer that was still oozing blood. The neck of

Brian aired some bullets into it and it bled out a white like secretion that looked more like a white liquid and left me somewhat speechless. "the skinwalkers are to be feared and your pack, would soon be home to ours," he said as I tore my claws into his neck, ripped its flesh open as it fell to the floor, weak, tired and homeless as it morphed into it's true have, having its morbid head and the legs like that of a human, black in color, its boy like that of a fish, had furs like a human, terrible to look at. "what the fuck?!" Brian yelled as he fell to the floor, startled at the scene before him.

He was still hard inside her. This moment felt perfect. ************************************* Tonight, the Wraeken was in a foul mood. It needed something to give it a little entertainment. It didn’t seem that eating was going to solve its crankiness. It was sulking through the forest and came across a deer. The Wraeken was not impressed. What the hell was a deer doing walking around this late? It was practically just asking to be killed. The Wraeken barely gave a chase before it caught the deer. It bit deeply into the deer’s neck and watched it fall to the ground.

The arrow still protruded from its side. Cheyenne’s amber eyes widened. “You… brought that back?” Tora tilted her head, a mixture of awe and hunger in her gaze. “Seriously? You killed that?” Serenya nodded, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I did. And I can teach you how to aim, how to draw, how to—” Before she could finish, the scent of blood carried on the wind, and from the treeline came the unmistakable rush of two familiar wolves in human form—Jax and Gunner. They skidded to a halt, eyes locking on the deer.