Romans & histoires Prey Novel

POV: Nora It broke at six in the morning. I was asleep when Sera called, which meant I missed the first hour of it. By the time I saw my phone the story had already moved through three major outlets and was accelerating in the way things accelerate when the combination of elements is exactly right for consumption. Money, a surrogate, a rival, photographs. The ingredients were clean and the headline wrote itself. *Billionaire Marcus Wolfe in Explosive Love Triangle with Surrogate Mother and Business Rival.*

When Vespera Nyx discovers that her husband has stolen all her money and properties, she believes nothing could hurt her more. But he proves her wrong when he abandons her during the zombie apocalypse and proposes to her best friend, the woman she trusted like a sister. Left with nothing in a world filled with the undead, Vespera fights to survive. Before her death, she reads a novel about a woman who suffers the same betrayal during the apocalypse. The woman loses everything to her husband and best friend before being killed by the very people she once loved. But fate has a cruel twist waiting for Vespera. She opens her eyes again, only to discover that she has transmigrated into

"Same thing, to whoever's listening." I looked at the sheet in Tilly's neat, upright handwriting, and I felt the old, cold clarity settle in, the one I used to get when a count came out wrong. Behind my ribs, the void held fifteen thousand pounds of grain, eight hundred hot meals, four hundred and forty-odd gallons of clean water and everything the vault at Pier 42 had once guarded. We were rich, and invisible, and the one thing that could end that was an invitation. "Preston failed because he tried to spend food he didn't own," I said. "We won't repeat it. We don't go looking for fights, and we don't advertise what we have."

I asked in confusion. “There is a prophecy book back at the packhouse. It's locked away safe, and not many know about it. Tyler showed me, and I became engrossed in it, read the whole thing over and over again. It says about a Trybrid human, part angel, part wolf and part vampire. She will rise up and save the world from oblivion. If Azael manages to make his army and kills the archangels, heaven will fall, sending the earth into eternal darkness,” she said as she lifted her head to look into my eyes. “Freya, if that woman is you, you know you'll be turned into a vampire right?” She asked with concern.

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.

"If that's the case, shouldn't it be Makal himself standing here instead of sending his minions after me. Take my words back to the bastard, I know everything up his sleeves and if he wants to keep his life and that of his pack, he should fucking stay away from mine." The was an indistinct deliberation among the other party and then I heard a new voice. "He isn't going to take this sitting down, you know. Just hand us the human girl and we'll pretend this didn't happen." The human girl? Holy shit I'm dead! I felt faint and I slid down until I was seating on my haunches. My hands covered my mouth as I tried to accept that I'll always be a prey in this new world. A prey- just for being human.

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...

Chapter 14 Cain My little human came into the dining hall in a dress that showed off her figure perfectly while leaving enough for the imagination. My wolf stirred in my mind, wanting to claim her as ours in front of everyone, warding off any unwanted suitors. The dress reached mid-thigh showing off the very fucking sensual look of her bare legs and feet in only stockings. An image of her slowly taking off her clothes and walking over to me crosses my mind, my wolf nods furiously in agreement at the sight. She had her hair up showing off her bare shoulder and neck. The spot where my mark would someday be. My wolf’s mouth salivates at the sight of her.

Ordinary life went on in bright stubborn strokes while my insides felt like they were dissolving. Part of me was furious. How dare he? How dare he live that double life and keep me smiling over dinner while he did whatever he did? But another part felt hollow and guilty in a way I hated. I had slowly fallen in love with him, even when I told myself not to. I had covered the cracks with small kindnesses and pretend ignorance until pretending had turned into feeling. It was like being half-asleep and realizing the bed you’re in has chains you can’t see.

Once everyone had gotten their role, Alpha Jackson continued with his instructions. "Prey will have a twenty-minute head start to hide or get as far away, within pack grounds, as possible. The Hunters will be the only group who will shift as they search for the prey. A Hunter wins if they bring a Prey back to Beta Christian before the time runs out. A Prey wins if they outlast a Hunter. Those of you who lose will be on Mess Hall clean-up duty." There were mumbles around the pack and I nudged Annable, trying to get a look at her paper, "What did you get?" I whispered to her.