Skinwalker Deer Novels & Stories

"They're quicker to clean and cook, and it's already getting late. I don't want to keep Jennie waiting." Lokai and Sairo both nodded their heads and waited for me to leave before their wolves started tearing into the deer. Dakota made record speed as we got back to where I hid my clothes. I quickly shifted and got dressed before heading back to the hut. I made my way into the clearing when I saw Jennie gathering wood for the fire completely unaware of my presence. I watched her for a moment, admiring her beauty. I set down the rabbits and I started to stalk her. I crouched down and moved quickly and quietly before coming up right behind her, not saying a word. Jennie turned around unaware an

I want to help him, but I don't know-how. A few minutes later three guys come dragging six large deer. They drop the deer to the ground, using their claws to skin them, while another guy gets a fire started. My eyes go back to Lucious as he continues to help with the wounded men. The low groans coming from the men fill the dark forest as bones are being snapped back into their rightful place to heal correctly. I look around at all the wounded men, taking in the aftermath destruction of my family's teeth and claws. Many of these guys barely make it out of the fight alive, while many of their friends weren't so lucky.

I launched at her with my claws out, I feel her soft flesh seeping through my sharp nails, I knock her to the mushy wet ground and press my paw against her neck so that she can't move, the reindeer shakes and struggles under my hold and I open my jaw as wide as possible tearing out a chunk of flesh from her neck, now she's dead finally. I keep my jaw hooked tightly on to her long legs and drag her out of the forest to my pack, I call out for my Gammas and I see them waiting out for me, I place the meat in front of them, and after giving instructions, I head out for my last hunt for tonight. Let's see, rabbits are most likely asleep, deer are hard to find, bison is too large. Wait, what is th

He wandered for a couple of minutes until he saw a forest in the distance, but before he reached, a deer covered in blood jumped to the open, chased by what appeared to be a wolf. White fur covered the deer, and icy antlers protruded from its head. The wounds in its stomach and neck that tainted the snow with every step it took. The wolf was pure white too but had eerie blue eyes and parts of its skin missing, even the bones of its ribcage were visible, and a pale blue light could shine through them. In a swift motion the wolf slashed its claws and a blue blade shot towards the deer, it didn't cut his skin but passed directly through it and vanished when it touched the snow, the animal lost

A warm wetness seeped down one flank—her own blood, not the deer’s. The ember in her chest guttered, faint. She shifted back, collapsing to her knees beside the carcass, skin slick with sweat and fur clinging to her in damp patches. Her fingers shook as she pressed them to the deer’s cooling neck. “Thank you,” she whispered hoarsely. She meant it. To the deer. To the wild. To the wolf in her that had found enough strength, with the ember’s help, to do what needed doing. Then she reached for her knife.

Among the werewolves was Alpha Wildbreed, he was the only werewolf that wasn't from our pack. Abel Wey did not want to be claw marked. We knew he was a very special wolf. He had silver claws, and his nickname was silver claws. The man was the living werewolf nemesis. A scratch from his claws could kill a werewolf immediately. All we had to do was make his scratch more potent by lacing his claws with willow's wolfsbane, and he would be very deadly. Abel alone could kill off all the wolves, living the rest of us to face the hunters and the sorcerers if there were any.

I nod and he smiles. Like the skilled hunter he is, he pulls out an arrow from the bag he carries at his back and kneels on one knee. His eyes and hands are quick and he never misses. The air whooshes as the arrow slices through it and sinks itself into his target. The squirrel falls down with a faint rustling of leaves. Dad takes a few tentative steps then picks up the carcass and reclaims his arrow. "Keep your eyes peeled, Al. We are going for the big one." A deer.

He took the lead on scouting and tracking, while I handled the shots and secured the kills. As the hours passed, we fell into a rhythm, moving as if we had been hunting together for years. Our movements were precise and deadly. By the end of the first day, we brought down five reindeer and three snow wolves. On the second day, we added a white fox and two polar bears to the pile. By the third day, our haul was practically a small mound. But the real shocker happened that very evening. Deep within the frozen plains, we encountered a rare snow leopard. It was incredibly fast and agile. I fired several arrows in succession, but none of them struck true.

Arla frowned, panting heavily and I shrugged. "Everything here is strange so we shouldn't be so surprised with things that looks out of the ordinary. The deer came to a halt behind a woman dressed in white, her hair black but having freckles of gold in it. "Thank you, Antler," she smiled warmly at him. "For your hard work here you go," she gave her an apple and it took she with her mouth, leaving. The deer glanced at me one more time and once again I felt that strange connection between us before it finally disappeared out of sight.

I stood still and listened to all the sounds that floated in the air. The sound of my breaths, the wheezing of the winter wind, the crows croaking in the distant sky, the low hiss of a creature that I could not imagine of and finally, the crunching of snow followed by a low grunt. This sounds familiarly unfamiliar. He takes a deep breath beside me before silently stepping forward and peeking through a tree. I follow him, peeking from right behind him and what I see next takes my breath away. A Golden Deer.