Prey Drive Book Novels & Stories

Mom, wasn't exactly what you'd call an easy prey and if I want to beat her, I need to think just like her and lucky for me, I know her better than anyone else does. The best way to get back at her is by playing along with her game. I need to keep being her good and obedient daughter till I can slowly build my own career and my own image without having to be known as just Rebecca's daughter and for me to do that, I need to be successful by every means necessary, even if it means I have to kill someone to climb up the ladder. My second problem is non other than my sister and that bodyguard of hers, Martin.

I neither declined nor actively utilized the items he purchased, instead using his funds to acquire things I truly desired. Cooking was another skill I possessed, and Daniel frequently requested meals prepared by my hand. I gladly obliged, enjoying the opportunity to cater to his taste. On this particular morning, the sun bathed the world in its radiant light while birds melodiously serenaded the awakening day. The temperature remained mild, the air crisp and pure, carried gently by a pleasant breeze. A vivid blue sky stretched above, uplifting the spirits of all who gazed upon it. As Daisy and I stepped out of the school gate, our eyes immediately fell upon a sleek black supercar. It comman

I asked, looking around warily for a moment, still feeling a bit unsure. “It won’t.” Cassian said confidently. “I’m still the apex predator here after all.” He said with a smug smile. “And a prey never runs back to its predator.” I couldn’t help but smile at his words.I must be one hell of a crazy prey then. Cassian pulled me into his arms to hug me. I fell in love with my predator. The End.

They look fragile, an easy prey. Slowly I pull back, circling the camp a couple of times, waiting for one of the animals to part a bit from it's pack, making it more vulnerable. Finally something happened. One of the prey walked away from the fire and I am just about to attack when a low threatening growl stops me. Furious I snap around, ready to defend myself. Behind me I only hear commotion from the camp. They had ruined my chances of a surprise attack and it makes me even more angry. Not to totally lose my chance I turn after the screams. But a heavy body throws itself at me, pinning me to the ground. I roar and bite after my attacker, not caring to see who it is. I manage to get loose, t

How could something so beautiful be so ugly in reality? The lips of its short muzzle were drawn up. Drool dripped from his teeth, his growl filling the air. It was only a matter of time before he pounced on his victim, until he could finally satisfy his hunger. When Bay took a step sideways to aim his taser precisely at the heart, the crane roared at him with a growl. His hunger drove him on, but he had also learned from the past. People could be dangerous to him as long as he was not in a pack. He had to be careful, watchful, aware of his opponent's every move.

This… this unpredictable, chaotic event was the antithesis of everything he stood for. The possessive growl of my wolf vibrated deep within me, a primal claiming that warred with the ingrained sense of decorum I had been raised with. Ours. The word echoed with a disturbing certainty, a biological imperative that threatened to shatter the carefully constructed walls of my composure. “Fuck,” I breathed, the expletive a mere whisper against the backdrop of the stunned silence that had fallen over the room. I couldn’t even begin to process the enormity of it. Couldn’t let myself fully feel the burgeoning connection to Lily, the protective instincts of my wolf, because the air itself seemed to cr

Prologue All I could smell was the scent of sex. Everywhere I looked, bodies twisted and writhed in pleasure, moans filling the air. Heart pounding, I ran, the sound of footsteps growing closer, chasing me. The trees came alive, their branches resembling snakes, swiftly closing in on me. One branch ensnared my leg, coiling around me, rendering me motionless as I fell into the mud. I tried to scream, but no sound escaped my lips…

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

When you hunted apex predators, knowledge was the only equalizer. But something about this collection felt... off. It wasn’t tactical. It was frantic. I shifted a stack of papers. Beneath them lay medical journals about viral transmission. Ancient texts on the transition process. This wasn’t just studying the enemy. She was studying the Change. A thick, leather-bound book sat open near the edge of the desk, an anime-themed bookmark keeping the page. I picked it up, the leather cold in my hand. A tight, sickening knot formed in the pit of my stomach as I read the chapter heading in bold, archaic script.

I drive out of the pack gates and turn towards the main road. Suddenly I feel Prey sit up straight, his ears pricked up and his eyes fixed intently on the road ahead. He has been quiet for several days now, Elissa is getting on his nerves and he keeps insisting that we get rid of her. He is ready to fight with my father again, anything to get Meg to take her place beside us. Alvarez, mate! Mate! Mate is here'.