Skinwalker Deer Novels & Stories

Axel nips at its hind leg, and it pivots to attack him instead. I leap for its haunches, my teeth connecting, only to be nailed in the neck by its other rear leg. I yelp and scramble out of the way. Blood streams from the deer’s hindquarters as it spins to charge me. The smell is intoxicating and sends me even higher into attack mode. Axel darts in to take another chunk from the deer’s rear. He’s quicker than I am when the buck strikes out, narrowly missing his head. But now the buck has two injuries, and it’s limping, clearly in pain. It circles around

Some tiny, broken bits of me shuddered at the idea. Bushes moved raucously over the clearing. Drawing my bow came naturally to me. I looked among the thorns, my breath caught. Less than thirty paces away, a little doe stood still not too frail from winter but desperate enough to tear bark from a clearing tree. A week or more could see my family fed from a deer like that. My mouth watery. Just as the wind hissing through dead leaves, I aimed. She kept ripping bark strips, chewed gently, completely oblivious of how near her death was.

Enthusiasm and courage are the words Nolan uses to describe Windy. Nolan smiled and nodded, "Then I'll hunt in the northeast." The two split up and ran in the chosen direction. But they never expected Ezra's enemies to have entered the forest long ago. The leader of the assassin group is a Wolf with a pretty special fur. It has a reddish brown coat that is different from the rest of the species. Next to it was a wolf with jet-black fur similar to Ezra. But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two.

Without thinking about his actions he held her hand tight and pulled her to his chest, hugging her tight as she finally cried. “Do- Domi-nic Hale’s grandfather was a hunter.” Skye started while hiccupping and sobbing, whilst clutching onto the Alpha and Hakan felt his whole body freeze and his blood run cold when he heard the words following her sentence, “a Legacy Wolf hunter.”

“You’re from a long line of Shaman women. Including myself.” Ava turned towards the voice and found that she was not surprised to see Willow standing nearby. The living woman yawned. She had been reading for quite some time. “Do you have any questions for me?” “Yeah. I saw something in the dream walkers information. Something about Skin Walkers?” “You’re not one of them,” stated the elder woman. “At least not from my side of the family.”

Skai asked, more out of curiosity than concern at this point. "Nightshade are few and far in-between, I know every existing Nightshade, that's how few of us are,actually left." Hikaru smiled sadly. "Wow, I'm sorry. I never knew. I am young yet." Skai said quietly. "Skai, you are a rare wolf, especially being from Singularis. We were taught so differently," her eyes were slowly closing.

Suddenly, the intruder’s eyes flashed white amid a long, pointy face covered in light brown fur. "Just a deer," Levi grumbled. He sighed, while the man on the horse kept its steady pace, almost disappointed, as the animal emerged from the forest. Its antlers branched out in several directions, showing the buck’s age. Levi watched the man disappear in the next clearing as he continued his drive to the dirt road.

I huffed under my breath. I make quick work of the deer, long practice with Makya paying off. All said and done, the deer was now a third lighter, having lost over 200 pounds in undesirables. It was a shame the sled team wasn’t here. They would have gotten a good meal out of that. Now for a litter to drag it back. I turned from the deer to see a large black wolf eyeing me. I smirked and brandished the blood-covered blade at him. “Just don’t get any funny ideas and you wouldn’t have to worry about this.” I cleaned the blade before returning it to its sheath.

Ekun added, speaking in his characteristic grumpy tone. "I spotted a deer grazing in a clearing, and I pounced with all my might. My teeth sank into its flesh, and I brought it down with a single, swift motion. I stood triumphantly over my kill, my heart swelling with pride. But my victory was short-lived. The pack had been tracking me, and they appeared from the shadows, snarling and growling. They tried to take my kill away, just as they had done so many times before…"

“Skinwalkers are ancient shifters, rare, made by the coupling of ancient magic and a god who can transform. The books tell us that a Skinwalker is only born once every thousand years. Even then it is rare for one to be conceived.” Tawny takes the book from me, opening it she thumbs through the pages, and halts. Her eyes scanned the page she stopped on. “It says Skinwalkers have the ability to transform into any living creature animal or human?” She reads but ends the quote with a question and looks up at me. “That’s not what I am,” I reply seeing her search my eyes for an answer, wondering if there is more to me than she has already seen.