Beastars Deer Romane & Geschichten

He was relying on his eyes and ears. "Movement," Marcus whispered, raising a fist. They froze. Ahead, in a clearing of dead, white birch trees, something was moving. It wasn't a soldier. It wasn't a mutant. It was a deer. A stag. It stood in the mist, its antlers huge and majestic. But as it turned its head, Jack saw the truth. The stag had two heads. One was normal, watching them with fearful brown eyes. The other head, growing out of the side of the neck, was a withered, skeletal thing with glowing green eyes.

Deangelo watched with a sense of satisfaction, a wave of relief crashing over him as they disappeared into the night. Turning his attention to the horses, he approached the trembling white stallion, who snorted in fear. "Easy there, boy," he murmured, soothing the creature with softly spoken words. He extended a hand, stroking the horse’s sleek neck, comforting it with gentle caresses. But his moment of reprieve was shattered. A series of gunshots exploded in the air, the loud cracks sending shockwaves through him. The stallion jumped, kicking out in fear, and Deangelo found himself thrown backwards, colliding hard against the rough wooden fence.

This animal was the biggest of all and would contribute major points to the overcoming team. Alpha Anthony stood tall, sticking his chest out when the Midnight Warriors successfully killed the brown bear. Awarded a whopping 70 points in that final round. It was 1:15 pm when all the hunters emerged from the forest to the grounds, packing their kills on their backs and bringing them to the tables at their tents for the scoring to be done. Returning with animals such as deer, monkey, rabbit, goat, bison, elk, bear, muskoxen, beaver, rabbits, wild boar, and opossums as prey.

He was the devil that mothers warned their virgin daughters about. He was a Beast. A beast who ruled over all the beasts. He was the King of Beasts. Instead of replying her, he tangled his fingers in her golden mane, fisting them in his hand and yanked her back. She hissed through her teeth, watching him with a helpless expression. He had never seen her weak like this and his dead heart skipped a beat at her expression. He ran his eyes over her figure. She was still dressed in those cheap, ugly pajamas, he wanted to rip them off her beautiful body and bury her in the finest silk and jewels.

Stella gave a quick shake and ended the struggle. ‘Cernunnos be praised’ I thought, looking down at the nice eight-point buck. It was a fine kill, and was a fact of life that this deer likely would have been killed soon by something else with the way its leg limped. Stella commented, ‘should we shift? Your knife is still on your leg… but the magic of the dress concealed it, and it is now caught in the magic of that spell. If we shift, you can clean this deer here and now. It would make it easier to carry. I don’t know if Ian will be able to shift so easily.’

It was indeed the fastest time range, I had shifted. I looked up, only to be met with Caspian’s dark and alluring gaze. “Grooowwwwll!!!!” something rumbled. It was then I realized, it was his beast’s rumbling and the same thing had happened to him. He was surfaced in seconds— a black creature several feet taller than mine. Huger, with a blemished and an eye sore of a face…but I saw through him. I saw through that. Our wolves hugged surprisingly, rolling over on the bed. Hitting the wall hardly, with a sound echoing the entire room.

I felt weak and so hungry, Drake look at me one last time before leaving, I wondered what happened. "C'o on it lunch time" Beast smirked at me settling me unto his lap. His erection were pressed against me making feel uncomfortable, I try to move away from it causing it to stir more, I froze stilling my movement at once. Beast feed me the food first then the fruits,forcing the grapes into my mouth, I moan and suck on his fingers trying to get more of the juice. Whatever he had injected in me was no doubt working as I fought for more grapes,whining and sucking of the left juices on his fingers.

"You haven't eaten in days. I was afraid you weren't going to make it last night." "I know but I actually got something to eat last night." He bit his lip in what looked like embarrassment. "You did?" I questioned wondering why he looked embarrassed suddenly. "I ate a deer," he laughed and I stared back at him. "An entire deer?" I gawked. "An entire deer," he repeated. "Wow." I was at a loss for words as I tried to suppress the imagery of a black wolf feasting on a deer. "What I was hungry I hadn't eaten days," Creed justified, "and the shift back to human didn't hurt at all."

He was sniffing hastily as if he was a police dog searching for clues. In a few seconds, his nails landed on a rabbit stomach while his tooth was feasting on its neck. He was quenching his thirst awfully and was also whiffing. As soon as be completed, he ran through the bushes and abruptly stopped. His beautiful eyes, which are scary now, glared at a deer gracefully sprinting. As he traced the deer, his breathing gradually increasing. He seemed like he was enjoying the meal with his eyes. But why? The deer slowly disappeared as Beau watched whilst he knocked to the ground. His tears were crushing the ground as he slept to his right, hugging his legs, and his knees were touching the chin. He

"Come on, Joey. Zayla's just curious about the animals. She's pregnant, so be more patient with her. Besides, most of the animals are gentle. It's not like she'll go near the dangerous ones." Even though I had refused, he secretly took the keys and gave them to her. What he didn't know was that this betrayal had cost me everything. The starving bears, having devoured my severed hand, charged after me. I had no choice but to scramble up the iron netting and scream for help. But Zayla hadn't gone far. She stood nearby, laughing, and threw rocks at me as if I were a monkey. Stone after stone struck my body. "Die, you filthy woman! Your son would never claim a wretch like you as his mother!"