Skinwalker Deer Novels & Stories

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.

“I didn’t even help him.” Ruhan clapped his hands. “That’s great, Jai!” Raka gave a small smile. “I hope you don’t kill all of them. They coexist with the Drat Deers in the east.” Jai frowned. “Don’t wolves eat deers?” Even though Jai didn’t know what Drat Deers are, he knew that there’s a deer in the previous world and it’s listed as herbivore. Raka nodded. “Yes. But if the deer reproduce three times than normal, then something has to be done, right?”

Deeper she went, the trees closing in like silent guardians, until a flicker of movement caught her eye: a deer, majestic and unaware, grazing in a sunlit glade. Selena's heart raced, her wolf surging forward in her mind with a triumphant snarl. She crouched low, muscles coiling like springs, and lunged. The kill was swift—her knife slicing clean through the deer's throat—but in the rush, she misjudged the deer's final thrash. Its antler cuts her arm, tearing fabric and skin alike. Pain bloomed hot and sharp as blood flows out, trickling down her forearm. She hissed, pressing her hand to the wound, but the metallic tang filled the air, sharp and inviting.

At the edge, a heap of what looked like meat, steam still rising from it. She bent to examine. Not a deer after all—something canine, piebald in the way only half-wild, inbred things can be. The flesh was hacked, not chewed. Scattered about were strips of red flannel, one child’s sneaker, the sole gummed with blood and bark. “Foxes don’t hunt this deep,” Elena said. She felt the eyes of the alphas on her, as if awaiting confirmation that they were not cowards for being afraid.

Only the head was still hairy, its eyes so big and alive. “This is a special delicacy of House Silverclaw. Roasted deer. Can you imagine something better?” Dela said with a huge smile. “Can you, Sully sweetheart?” I tried to smile. “No. There is nothing better.”

The night was coming, and I had to move fast. I felt clean as I washed the makeup off my face. My skin felt cool and refreshed from the river's icy touch. Walking barefoot through the woods, I tried to stay light on my feet, listening for any signs of life. I needed to find an animal to hunt, and I hoped to get a deer, as my wolf preferred them over other game.

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.

With a triumphant snarl, he lunged forward, his jaws closing around the deer's hind leg with a satisfying crunch. I surged forward to join him, my own teeth sinking into the deer's flesh as we brought our quarry down together. As Mason and I began to drag our hard-won prize back towards where we could skin and gut it, the scent of wild jackals suddenly assailed our senses, sending a shiver down my spine. I glanced up, my nostrils flaring as I caught sight of four hungry looking jackals emerging from the shadows, their eyes fixed greedily on our kill. What in the world? Jackals of all things? Here? What the... How? Why?

I opened the car door for her, and she gave me a fleeting smile as she climbed in. I got in beside her, close the car door, and glance across at her. “Alora…” “Look!” she exclaimed, and pointed through the windscreen. Before us stood a magnificent buck deer, its coat gray and long, appropriate for the winter months, its usual white spots hidden in among its fur.