Prey Drive Book Novels & Stories

“I'm just trying to tread my way through these treacherous waters we call ‘life.’ I've lived so long that I've come to the realization that there are only two types of existing beings. The predator and the prey. But still, don't believe the hurtful things you've heard about me. They aren't entirely true.” “That little book you gave me…” “Oh she does remember.” I interjected as I stood up from the bench, running my hands over the buttons of my shirt. “I read most of your atrocities, like how you killed your own mother!” She spat, I could hear the trembling in her voice.

Anastasia's POV There are two ways to live in this world. Our world. You either step up and be brave, choose to be the predator, or you cower, bow your head, and live as prey. I choose the first. Always have. Hunting is more than just instinct. It’s the rush in my veins, the fire in my chest when I move, when I chase, when I strike. My body doesn’t hesitate. It knows what to do before my mind even catches up. Every step, every breath, every heartbeat... it all leads to one thing.

he repeated each word trembling, as if saying it enough will make it true. “Would you have preferred they kill you instead,” I demand coldly. “Do you want to go back to being the victim everyone steps on.. then get out of my sight,” I hissed. “Having such high morals won't get you anywhere in this world. The world is made up of monsters and prey. Either you are the prey or you become the monster. There is no in-between.” I released my collar from his grip. “If you want to remain the prey then go. But I assure you. There's no place for a prey in this world.”

I frantically tried to search his deep ocean blue eyes for help, but the eyes that were staring back at me were not his. The eyes that glared back at me were as black as the night's sky, and seeing those jet-black pools sparked something deep inside my brain. Visions of the morning’s nightmare quickly flooded my mind and took over every sense that I had. I couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't speak, as it silently dragged me back into its deadly grasp. *** Tristan Cole Freya lifted her head up and I guessed that she wanted me to kiss her. Damn, I could do so much more to her right now. She smelled amazing, and I could hear her heart racing, every time my fingers or lips caressed her skin.

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

His scream had resonated in my ears as I twisted his head and devoured his neck. He was no longer breathing when I let him go. His blood spilled in my mouth as I proceeded to my next target. I was on my seventh hybrid when I heard howls. My heart thudded when I saw a bunch of wolves floating in the air and being burned alive through a black fire caused by Kenji’s spell. His hybrids encircled him as if they were trying to protect him as he weaved a spell.

For a moment, he just stood there with furrowed brows, his orbs fixed on the cover. “Zombies are Real?” he read, tapping his fingers on the book. Taking a deep breath, he averted his gaze to the books seated next to them. Using his free hand, he grabbed one. “Supernatural Being.” With his lips curled, he scanned them from back-to-front cover. Immediately after, his mind drifted without prior warning. Something about the titles probed his guts. He just didn’t know what. Should he believe these zombies and supernatural beings were true? If not, how could he explain what he’d seen the night before?

The thrill of the hunt pulsed through my veins, guiding my every move. My paws thudded against the forest floor, each step closing the gap between the boar and me. My adrenaline surged as I anticipated the moment of triumph, the taste of victory that lingered on the edge of my senses. Finally, within striking distance, I sprang forward, my jaws gaping wide. The moon's crimson glow illuminated my feral form as my teeth sank into the boar's neck, the sensation of flesh yielding beneath my grip. A primal satisfaction washed over me as I held my prey captive, my instincts fulfilled.

“The way of the gods is what my parents advocate. We tried to curb them, to make them understand we can disagree without being violent, but they never listened to us.” Slowly, they drove behind Aries and his pack in their trucks. While Rita pursued her beliefs for her own reasons, Elyssa pursued her own. In Aries’ mind, the gods gave the wolves their powers, and he lost his mate when she tried to denounce her family’s vow to the dark so that he could be with her. Grief fuelled his agenda, which she knew first-hand.

Even if that course led to places it was never meant to go. The thought stayed with me all the way home, looping in my mind like a mantra. The clutter in my head settled into neat, organized compartments. Even if the image of lifeless human eyes still lurked in the darkest corners of my thoughts, haunting me. I did not agree with his food preferences, but I knew that Edgar couldn't help for what he was anymore than I could. Nature had always been predator and prey. Edgar just happened to be a predator. Like I was when the scent of wildlife called to me on a run. I wasn't evil for sating my hunger with my natural prey. Even humans fed on meat.