Arkane Studios Prey Novels & Stories

” He scoffs still looking at my breasts. “The Raven” I say, giving them the name I’m known by. His eyes shoot back up to my face and I see his recognition of my name. He takes a step back, now a little wary. “N-no offense Ms. Raven, but this message came straight from Stix. Afraid that overrides ya.” Smaller guy says with reluctance. Kieran interrupts before I can respond, “Fellas, let’s step outside. No need to interrupt these patrons dinner.” His smile is venomous but the words come out like he’s talking to old friends.

Arun’s eyes turned sharp. “We hunt them first.” The words made her pause. “Hunt… them?” He nodded. “They think they’re coming after prey.” His voice dropped lower. “Let’s show them what happens when predators walk into a trap.” A faint smile touched his lips. The kind that belonged to a man who had already calculated ten moves ahead. Alina studied him. “You already planned this.” “I prepared for the possibility.” “How prepared?” Arun reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a small encrypted tablet.

, Arika vowed and withdrew her hands away from her skin. “That OBEROI wants me dead but Zane. You are killing me every second, every minute, every day”, Arika scratched her skin more Enough to Start oozing more out of her hand “I'll not fall into a trap. I'll risk my everything to kill that bastard”, Arika wiped her eyes eyed her hands, and prepared herself for the upcoming war. Zane, Arika, and Tanay were trapped in a caffeinated web. Who will win and who will lose?

Her heart was too scared but her brain didn’t want to back out the cause of some creepy stalker she had just met that day so she kept going no matter how much her paranoia increased. *Present time-2 am* Siana was sleeping soundly in her bed, Kai had covered her up with blankets and was sitting at the end of the bed, he was in human form like any other night. Everything was normal but he could sense that something bad was about to happen at any minute. Seeing Siana’s condition, how she had closed all doors and windows and kept a knife under her pillow. He knew something really bad had happened that day.

His eyes caught glimpse of it even before his brain could processed what it was. "I knew you were going to check for more. A typical example of me. Chuckles. If you fail to do any of the three things. I won't hesitate to have you murder in a cold blood. And you know what? You are curious right? Chill, I will spill it. After murdering you, I will frame it on Daniel Graham, your so called brother. Of course, I will fight him legally and ensure he rot in jail! The penalty for defaulting is DEATH. YOU ARE NOT EXEMPTED."

Every year, Aranjo will only see the hustle until the event is over. It was boring because he couldn't go anywhere because there were so many guests passing by. Aranjo gets bored and goes back to her room to sleep. 'KNOCK KNOCK' 'KNOCK KNOCK' Aranjo awoke from her sleep, rubbing her eyes. The knock on the front door was getting louder. Aranjo got off the bed and walked towards the front door. Aranjo opened the door and saw that the person knocking on the door was one of the main residence waiters. Aranjo often saw the waiter.

“Then we make sure the old bitch bleeds out before she can even pack a bag.” The miles just blur together for hours. We pull into some rotting, abandoned gas station in the middle of nowhere to dump the trucks and switch plates, his guys moving with this creepy, silent military efficiency that tells me they’ve done this a hundred times before. I don't just sit there like a damsel; I haul crates of ammo and water bottles, keeping my eyes peeled on the tree line until my eyelids burn. During the second leg of the nightmare, Kain starts talking, his voice dropping into this low, raw register I’ve never heard him use while driving.

I had only heard terrifying stories about him before; this was the first time I had ever been this close to him. Months ago, on my 18th birthday, someone had slipped pineapple juice into my drink. My allergies kicked in, and I nearly died. My parents rushed me to the healers, but they couldn’t afford the treatment. In desperation, they ran to Alpha Damon. He agreed to help, but only after making a deal: pay him back in three months. But the rains never came, the crops failed, and they couldn’t keep their promise.

Adrianna’s POV (Two years ago) I stare at the black card in my hand and tilt my head. It has only one thing inscribed on it, in gold letters. Il Santi. The Saint. My lips lift at the corner. I have done my homework on him—I know as much as the private investigators I hired could find, which isn’t much, but is better than what the average person knows about him. Lance is anything but a saint. I stuff the card in my purse and stare at the blinking numbers of the elevator leading to the rooftop suite of Regal, a club owned by a business group that was affiliated to Lance’s gang—a rather tame term for the organized crime ring he leads.

We talked aimlessly about the weather and other topics until the pub was emptied of customers. “Report,” I said quietly when the last old man had cleared out. “Arkane is in a foul temper, and is taking it out on the villages,” Clayton said. “He gains spies by the day. Even forcing children to do his bidding.” Lucas said, a younger man than Clayton, but shrewd beyond his years. His face pinched with anger and disgust at what Arkane would stoop to. “He still has no idea where she is?” I asked. “Not as far as we know,” Brollen said, a middle-aged man built like a boulder and just as indestructible. His left eye was mechanical and glowed faintly red in the subdued light of the tavern.