Prey Novel Novels & Stories

She just has to pray that she can get through alive. From slowly walking towards her, the wolf suddenly quickened its pace and soon pounced at her. A total of 140 pounds was given to Pheia. She was immediately brought down lying while trying to keep a hold of the wolf's magnificent strength. Pheia struggled hard not to be bitten at the jugular. She tried stabbing it while she was being pounced but, just cause it to have some scratch. Its claws pierced right through her shoulders and as the blood oozed out of her body, the wolf seems to practically sense satisfaction and joy causing it to double its momentum. Maiden was once again scratched at her chest. She agonizingly tried to stop from cry

“This is marvelous, isn't it?.’ Shirley lightly asked,her lips stretched out to a smile. “This __is overwhelming." I smiled. " Tell me more about Sasha.” I demand closing In on Shirley who now sat on the bench. “I don't really know much about her but I can tell you this _." Shirley said and looked up from picking at the hem of her shirt. *Sasha isa hungry lioness looking for a baby gazelle to devour. My professional advice to you is that you keep away from her.” Shirley said and leaned her lips to my ear,her breath sending heat waves into my ear.

The darkness is suffocating, the silence is deafening, and the environment is sickening. I just count my days, and I number them, hopefully waiting for the day my prince in shining armour will come for me and rescue me from the captivity of Alpha Victor. I am a prisoner and this room is my cell, regardless of the fancy decor, the queen-sized bed, the flat-screen television, the wardrobe with fancy clothes in it, and the glass doors that lead to the balcony. Regardless of the fresh air that comes from the balcony, I still feel locked up, and I feel suffocated.

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.”

My phone buzzed with a message, which I read immediately. Alessa: We're waiting for you. I got back on my feet, got into my car, and drove away as fast as I could. --- "It's very strange, honestly. I also feel observed. When I was alone at home after I arrived, I felt odd. I've never felt that way before," Karina said, taking a sip of her milkshake. She had arrived a few minutes ago, and I had mentioned that soon the strange boys would be my neighbors.

Prey is near, here, too close. Yarsi knelt beside Vic, his nostrils flaring, he leaned lower, examining his placid face and listening to his even, calm breathing. Sleep before dawn is the deepest, the strongest… few people think about the fact that they might not wake up. He reached out with his teeth to his defenseless throat, the game is too motionless, relaxed and does not suspect anything. He paused a little, this is not a hunt, this is a simple murder. “Run,” a low growl rumbled involuntarily from his lips and rumbled in his throat.

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.

I knew about hostile takeovers and supply chain logistics, but I had no idea how to protect the tiny, flickering pulse of a new life against the malice of the men hunting us. The helplessness was a poison. I looked into the dark woods, my jaw tightening until it felt like the bone would snap. I had spent my life as a predator, and now, for the first time, I understood what it meant to be the prey. I understood what it meant to have everything you lived for held in the palm of an enemy’s hand. "I’m here," I repeated, over and over, like a prayer. "I’m here." I stood up, lifting her back into my arms. I didn't care about the hit squad anymore. I didn't care about stealth. I started running.

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.”

"It feels powerful. Terrifying. Like we are shedding our skin and becoming something new, something that doesn't fit into the history books. Keep talking! What do you see ahead?" Lior pushed forward, his movements becoming more fluid, more predatory. "More are coming from the right, but they’re hesitating. Look at them, Aziel. They’re scared of us. The bond is radiating a pressure, a predator’s hum that they can feel in their own marrow. They’re paralyzed by the sheer weight of what we’ve become."