Prey 1 Novels & Stories

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.

“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

A final encrypted message appeared on a secure terminal meant only for Joel: “One nest down. Forty-three to go. The next target is closer than you think.” Joel closed his notebook, the weight of hidden order pressing upon him. The hunters were still being hunted. And IZO was always watching, He stared at the number, a cold realization settling deep. The game had only just begun and the predator was always one step ahead, learning, adapting, waiting for the perfect moment to strike again.

Humans here are nothing more than prey. I pull my worn jacket tight around my body, feeling the heavy weight of the cash satchel against my hip. I'm a human born without a beast in a world ruled by sharp teeth and mafia law. Or so they think. Deep beneath my skin, under the silent pulse of my veins, something hot and ancient stirs—a suppressed bloodline that has been sleeping for twenty years, waiting for the exact moment my life falls apart to wake up. I step into the shadow of an abandoned brick warehouse. A low, predatory growl echoes from the alleyway behind me. Three rogue wolves step out of the fog, their eyes glowing red in the dark, their lips curling back to reveal heavy, yellowed f

He sighs heavily, resigning himself, and starts eating again. “So, here’s how it goes,” I begin, my voice flat, devoid of emotion, because that’s how you have to approach it. “The prey are dressed in specific outfits, and they’re released with a five-minute head start to hide. After those five minutes are up, the hunters begin searching. The rules are simple: the hunters don’t have to kill the prey. They can just torment and torture them. But even if the prey survives being found once, it doesn’t mean they’ll live. If they’re found again, it could mean death.”

I asked him. "I will never bow to a witch. I will take pleasure in eating your heart since you chose to ruin my meal!" He spat back at me with an evil smirk. Yes, I could have easily done a killing blow, but I find a slight enjoyment in making the evil beings suffer a little. Plus, I get paid more if I deliver them alive. Mucelini here broke the law. Ghouls have centers where they can obtain flesh to survive. When several ghoul attacks started in the area and the Paranormal Enforcement Agents (PEA) couldn't find the culprit they called me. Freya Blackwood, paranormal bounty hunter. I take on hunting ghouls, vampires, werewolves, and other creatures of the night. I am the best of the best and

"I need intel on the antidote for the Silent Night toxin from Lo Scorpione. In return, you'll get four years of the Costa famiglia's intel access, plus five million dollars." "Deal." After ending the call, I injected the coagulant Ombra had sold me previously. The numbness in my right hand eased slightly. "If I'm not back by 3:00 am," I told Carlo, "initiate Plan B, and you'll take over the famiglia." "Donna—" "That's an order," I said.

Something was different, though he could not yet name it. Each breath of the cool night air carried information—the sharp scent of wet earth, the metallic tang of distant prey, the faint, almost imperceptible rustle of creatures hidden in the shadows. Azriel’s instincts hummed beneath his skin, a taut string that tightened with every passing second. Hunting alone meant he was vulnerable to ambushes, yet the risk was part of the ritual, part of the clarity that only the forest could offer. A chorus of low snarls shattered the calm. The horses whinnied, stamping nervously against the harnesses. Azriel’s eyes snapped open, locking onto a pair of glowing, predatory eyes in the darkness beyond th