Prey 1 Novels & Stories

Without a second thought, she ran away like a frightened rabbit without looking back. What she didn't notice was the man's penetrating and lecherous gaze on her as if she was prey and he was the ultimate predator. Waiting to devour her.

He trailed off and his eyes darted to my neck. Before I could say a word, his face dipped towards my neck, teeth bared. I felt his teeth sink deep into the tender skin and I screamed

Burney had never made it past a smattering of fluff. "Where's your car?" he asked as soon as he was satisfied I wasn't a Taken. "Gone. We were attacked a few miles back. The others are dead." "Anyone taken?" I shook my head. "All dead." "Do you have any weapons on you?" "No." He ran his curious eyes over me again and nodded. He picked up his his hand held radio. "Hawkeye Bravo, this is Alpha One." "Alpha One, Hawkeye Bravo receiving. Go Ahead."

Scarlett POV When the Prey meets the Hunter, it's very easy for circumstances to become more physically violent. This is due to adrenaline being higher and because the exchange of power becomes wilder and more primal. Where instincts prevail and overrides every other possible emotion.. At first, it was a little difficult to understand the way Will was trying to subdue me and what he was doing. I understand now though. He also knew now that the use of physical force or violence wouldn’t be enough to get people to submit to him. He had learned that large predators also needed to be very intelligent.

I asked with a low frown. “Well, that’s what is expected of new prey like yourself but what we all know is that there are no rules.” My eyes widened and I released my fists. “There's no rule that states that a hunter should allow his prey go scot free, or a hunter and prey have to be friends by the end of the game- in fact, we’re allowed to treat Prey’s like actual prey’s, without mercy.” She let out a chuckle.

“But—“ Cassian opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by our daughter’s whine. “Papa, lesh gooo,” I glanced at Alexia, who was tugging at Cassian's hair. “Fine,” Cassian sighed. "Looks like we're all going." —— “Look, Alexi, Papa’s gonna show you how hunting is done, okay?” “Okay!” Little Alexi grinned and I smiled at my pup’s excitement. “The first step is to observe and learn. We need to study our prey. Here our prey is a hare and hares are extremely alert and have excellent hearing so you need to stay low and move slowly and quietly.” Cassian explained and Alexi nodded with a serious expression on her face.

In one swift move, he pushed her arms up, holding both of her wrists with one of his hands above her head while his free hand found its hold on her collar as he tugged at it hard and her eyes flew open when the first two buttons of her shirt ripped. Her eyes clashed with those hollow silver pits. His face was just inches away from hers. Those eyes. The same eyes that held soft and gentle adoration for her were now brimming with malicious fury directed solely at her. The pupils of his eyes were dilated to such an extent that the silver remained only the rims. Lennox resembled the exact definition of a predator. Deadly, merciless predator and she was his prey. Tears that had brimmed her eyes e

Genevieve tried saying but her voice trailed off “Sighs… you really didn’t notice, the Hunter god actually gave you three gifts but it seems you all were ignorant.” Sword-saint Predator said with a sigh “Really???” Marcus asked in excitement and stars seemed to appear in his eyes “Yes, first he gave you the legendary twelve rune talent, with such talent becoming the most powerful Hunter is not impossible, then he gave you the gift of life, without it you would have died already as several people were already envious of your talents and would have killed you instantly if you were given any other gift and lastly you have me as your grandpa.” Sword-saint Predator said in a profound manner and b

Luna awoke to a rhythmic throbbing that threatened to split her skull. Her vision was a blurred mess, but the stench of rusted iron and stagnant dampness bit into her senses instantly. As her focus returned, her heart skipped a beat. On a small wooden table nearby, a macabre display awaited: a row of daggers in varying sizes, iron pliers, and arrows that gleamed wickedly under the dim, flickering light.

Killian’s POV The dagger felt cold against my thumb as I pressed it to the pad, letting its honed edge bite just enough to draw a thin bead of blood. I watched it glisten in the grey dawn light seeping through the war room windows. Outside, the forest lay silent, veiled in a heavy mist. Birds had yet to begin their mourning cries. Even the wolves patrolling below moved with unnatural quiet, their paws sinking into wet earth without a sound. My wolf paced restlessly beneath my skin, snarling and snapping, its hackles raised since the shadows tried breaching the borders last night. Every nerve in my body hummed with warning.