Romans & histoires Prey

"I think I heard the principal talking about it this morning." The one with black hair strolled casually through the cafeteria until his gaze met mine. His eyes... his eyes were dark and piercing. I noticed how his expression relaxed; apparently, his two friends noticed his gaze, followed it, and landed on our table. On us. On me. I immediately averted my gaze, looking back at Alessa, who seemed to have observed the scene. "They're looking at us," she murmured very quietly. "It's strange," Karina chimed in.

They all had red paint smeared across their cheeks, while strips of silver cloth were tied around the wrists of several children farther back in the distance. Recognition of what they were doing came to me immediately. This was Pack and Prey, one of the oldest games among the pups. A quarter of the players became the “pack,” while the rest were prey trying to reach a designated safe house without being caught. Any prey captured joined the pack to hunt their former colleagues afterward, until eventually only one or two remained. Luke and the children with him were clearly p

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, predator

I had given her 2 days to process her feelings but right now, she had to be here, with me, in my house! After all it was fair enough to keep friends close but enemies way closer. “I don't think that's the only issue we have on hand right now.” Piero stated adjusting his glasses while looking up at us. “Apparently, she's booked a flight out of the country and is currently preparing to leave.” I slammed my hand on the table grunting and clenching my fist in utter disgust. I had thought I was doing myself one but right now, this kitten was stressing me the hell out.

It is a world of predators and prey, that one attribute will make her easy prey. "God! Now I understand why Aiden abhors you so much. You're so insufferable," then she pushed past me, surprising me with a strength I didn't know she could hold in that frail body of hers. I watched her walk away, feeling a strange excitement that I couldn't name or place and just before she stepped out, a small item fell out from her pink bag. I picked it up, flicked to a random page and the first words I read made me choke harshly on smoke. What the fuck?

“Dm!” Windy felt scared when he had to hunt with Ezra; he involuntarily cursed. Since hunting with Ezra was very risky and laborious, it was not according to standard rules but special training. The prey they caught must not die; it must be alive. The prey they just caught will not be kept but must be released, and they have to track down the prey they have just seen. And that will repeat many times until Ezra stops.

Chapter Twenty-nine [The predators and the whirlwind] With unclouded vision, Elaine observed the medium-sized creeping snakes that were causing the bamboo trunk stacks to collapse and their broods to vanish. “I now realize that they prey on my hens and pets at night when fewer people are around.” As they search for victims to consume, the predators are famished. “We failed to use smoke to drive them away and safeguard our livestock.” She raises her head in prayer, asking for protection over her food and money sources.

They were all under a vampire’s spell. A vampire held the power to curse people by looking them in the eye and telling them what to do. The Vampire’s eyes turned to red when they did so and a dash of that color remained in the victim’s eyes too but only the ones who were “specials” could see it. A normal human won’t be able to tell what was wrong with the victim. (Specials are the ones who have powers: the royals, the vampires, the werewolves, the protectors. The ferals had no such power unless they were turned a protector by a royal.)

Alyssa said, looking pleased with her human pride. "Yeah, and other than that, there are predators and preys living in the same world together, and those predators survive by killing their prey for food, like lions preying on dears, birds, and maggots, or baleen whales and microscopic plankton, so the species that are best suited and having more advantages over others could become predators. Humans also have to consume other organisms for food though we're no longer hunting mammoths or tigers like in prehistoric time." "So?" Cammie asked and tossed a piece of ham sandwich into her mouth casually.

"Can I get something to eat?" "As what? Your wife?" Janie retorted. She blinked an eyelid with a sneered. She sat on the couch opposite him. Her eyes fixed on the television. His temper was slowly running out of check. "I don't understand! Janie get me something to eat." "This is an headline news: Good day viewers and welcome to ABC news." A beautiful lady said, giving a report. " Daniel Graham, a multi billionaire and son of Mr Graham, special adviser to the president was shot today as he advanced towards the supermarket."