Prey Novels & Stories

She closed her eyes as she let the tears flow freely down her cheeks, there was nothing she could do against these people. They were formidable and she was only their toy to play with as they deemed fit. Alessandro had made it clear today that he was not done dealing with her. She could not even being to fathom how he had ripped a man’s head off his neck, shattering bones and tendons with just his bare hands. She steadied herself on his shoulders as he quickened his pace. Her tears increased, her thoughts were confused, she could not think clearly but one thing she was sure of was that Alessandro was a predator, a very deadly kind and she was his prey...

And perhaps, if you see how necessary Omegas are, then perhaps, you will decide to help the cause. He doesn't say that part but I can hear it lingering in the air like poison. It's bitter to taste but I don't find myself hating it. Daxon growls slightly in pleasure at the fact that I am thinking of it. Why? Because it is true. I need a release somehow and I know how it would end if I keep fighting what I really am. A Predator who needs to hunt down prey to survive. I have fought these instincts after the event that happened many years ago but perhaps… Perhaps, it is time I stop beating myself for something that I could not control.

It’s time for him to call his prey once more. They must be continually reminded of what is at stake. One mistake from Jim and Nathan’s side and their downfall will begin.

The ants headed towards them at full speed. These ants were fast and highly disciplined. The sight of them made their skin crawl. Phoebe screamed out of fear. She finally understood why Vince ran without explaining himself and why there were so many sets of bones in the ruins. They had all been eaten alive by these ants! And now, they have become the target of these ants. A word came into Phoebe’s mind that described them really well: prey. The four of them were now prey in the eyes of these ants.

Plants that will wrap around their prey and add poison to make their prey experience an illusion, then the beautiful vines will crush and eat their prey slowly. Ardina's feelings started to feel bad. She felt someone was following her. He looked back slowly. The Dionaea plant begins to open its mouth, the lubricant to facilitate digestion when it eats its prey begins to drop to the ground. Ardina looked up. She was shocked to see the width and sharpness of the thorns around the mouth of the plant. "Damn!" Ardina muttered. She turned around and started running as fas

she explained further. “Only the ones who warrant such. Plus, the don has so many enemies right now and you will be their target. It’s only safe that I look into anyone who seems like a threat,” Nicholas answered, opening the door for her and walking behind the car to go through the other side before he settled in the front with Lev in the driver's seat. “Me? Target?” Nicholas turned to look at her while Lev revived the engine to life. “That's what we do, Mrs Moretti. We prey on what belongs to our enemies. We prey on their weaknesses…special things…special people, and you for some reason, happen to be one.”

She shouted, and they all cheered. "What's predator?" I asked, although no one but Kaden heard. "You pick a paper. Predator or prey then if you're a prey, you hide. When a predator finds a prey, they are to scratch them, and the prey with the most number of scratches gets hurt of course and has a penalty also." Kaden exclaimed and just then, a paper was thrust into my hands. And when I looked at it, in it were the bold letters, PREY. "Reveal your statuses." Maria bellowed and everyone showed what was written on their papers.

“Alright. Not that I’m complaining, but you startled me so much with that scream.” Darrion sighed. “I read that the beast is an omnivore and like, it’s very fast and take us in seconds. It’s considered the number two red flag in the prairie area.” Jai laughed lightly as he made his clothes that had gone slightly disarray from their flight. “I’ve never seen you scream like that. So I thought maybe something’s definitely more behind that scream. I mean, we’ve encountered some man-eating chameleons too.”

Tom was the only one still glued into the area as if he was waiting for something more to come through the brush. Paranoid was the first word that came to my mind at that point. But when the animalistic roar came from behind the trees, I understood his paranoia. Out of the depths several creatures burst forward into view leaving an explosion of limbs and leaves in their wake. They stopped in their tracks and began making odd clicking noises with their mouths then let out a loud high-pitched scream signaling to every creature in the area that they had found the prey to whet their appetites.

The prey had been let loose with the first shot. The prey had naturally split into three distinct groups once the first shot had been fired. The front group had taken off at a sprint, desperate to reach the trees as quickly as possible. They were hoping for a hiding place, anywhere they could wait out this year’s game. They were the panicked participants. They were desperate to go home alone another year, their optimism pushing them onward as their legs pumped as fast as possible to quickly cross the plain and reach the tree line. Many would disappear into the trees before the last of the prey had