Prey Novel Novels & Stories

Even if that course led to places it was never meant to go. The thought stayed with me all the way home, looping in my mind like a mantra. The clutter in my head settled into neat, organized compartments. Even if the image of lifeless human eyes still lurked in the darkest corners of my thoughts, haunting me. I did not agree with his food preferences, but I knew that Edgar couldn't help for what he was anymore than I could. Nature had always been predator and prey. Edgar just happened to be a predator. Like I was when the scent of wildlife called to me on a run. I wasn't evil for sating my hunger with my natural prey. Even humans fed on meat.

Humans here are nothing more than prey. I pull my worn jacket tight around my body, feeling the heavy weight of the cash satchel against my hip. I'm a human born without a beast in a world ruled by sharp teeth and mafia law. Or so they think. Deep beneath my skin, under the silent pulse of my veins, something hot and ancient stirs—a suppressed bloodline that has been sleeping for twenty years, waiting for the exact moment my life falls apart to wake up. I step into the shadow of an abandoned brick warehouse. A low, predatory growl echoes from the alleyway behind me. Three rogue wolves step out of the fog, their eyes glowing red in the dark, their lips curling back to reveal heavy, yellowed f

I hated how steadying it felt. I stepped back before I could think too hard about that. "Just — explain. You said you'd seen this before. What did you mean?" "There's a novel," he said. "About a wolf warrior who enrolls at an academy and starts shifting into a black wolf instead of the rare white wolf she was born with. No one can explain it. Not at first." My pulse spiked. "Who wrote it?" "Sophie Miller, I think." The name hit me like a blow to the chest. The world tilted, sound rushing out of my ears until all I could hear was my own heartbeat, deafening.

You can find me on Tw*tter at @michell76640823 I have a few other books in progress, I hope you'll take the time to check those out, too. The Praelia Chronicles: Hope's Despair is set in a dystopian fantasy world. Magical creatures were wiped out in a great war hundreds of years ago. Society has been structured into the upper, middle, and lower classes to keep the citizens in order. Every year, those of the lower classes wait in desperate anticipation hoping to be chosen during the reaping to be elevated to a higher class. What happens when the mate bond reappears after four hundred years of being dormant? Will Hope find her happily ever after, or will society crush her gilded dreams? This b

She glared hatefully at Penny, who only smirked as she took a drink from her bottle of water. Penny pushed down that feeling of guilt that nagged her, remembering that this was one of the methods used on the Island to break people. No matter how much that guilt weighed on her, her anger over how she was treated and her disgust towards the people that had been associated with it seemed to completely push it to the back of her mind. She didn’t care that she was a female. She didn’t care that she looked like she would collapse at any moment. All she needed to know was that she had portrayed a person who had been in her situation to prey on those that had managed to escape. It was that thought

Alright reserved. © 2020 Belle Cassy October 27, 2020 This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Chapter One: Introduction "We might look like a beast from the outside, but we are still normal creatures who also have emotions. It doesn't matter what you are, it's just the prejudice that made a person horrible. They only see you based on what they thought not on what they see... Open your eyes wider than yesterday and you'll see. -Grey

Damn it, this wasn't an action movie. I growled at something very rude, fasted my M19 harder, and sprinted down the sidewalk on this side of the street. I never let our prey out of my sight for a moment. It was almost like a slalom. Again and again I had to avoid people and then I almost ran into a shelter. There was room for a handful of people in these small buildings. If you had to get to safety from a prole, you could run in there, seal the room and call the venators from inside via an emergency column.

Prey instructed the maids, and leaving the kitchen. As she came out from the kitchen, she saw Maya entering the office. She looked at Maya with deadly expression. Prey is a CAMELEON. She was difficult to know her true identity. Even Alex whom was her ex-lover and Adeline whom was her close friend, they didn’t know her deeply. None of them still didn’t know what she was capable of doing. Prey entered into their bedroom upstairs. She met Maya’s father sitting on the bed pressing his phone. She walked closed to him. She bent a bit and kissed him on his forehead. Maya’s father kissed her back with smiles on his face.

I asked him. "I will never bow to a witch. I will take pleasure in eating your heart since you chose to ruin my meal!" He spat back at me with an evil smirk. Yes, I could have easily done a killing blow, but I find a slight enjoyment in making the evil beings suffer a little. Plus, I get paid more if I deliver them alive. Mucelini here broke the law. Ghouls have centers where they can obtain flesh to survive. When several ghoul attacks started in the area and the Paranormal Enforcement Agents (PEA) couldn't find the culprit they called me. Freya Blackwood, paranormal bounty hunter. I take on hunting ghouls, vampires, werewolves, and other creatures of the night. I am the best of the best and

Ryan parked in front of the NYPD building on Broadway, he walked into the entrance of the brown brick building, there was a large 34th police precinct written on the side of the building. Different types of cars as well police cars painted in blue and white were parked in front of the building. The agent walked into the building with a rubber bag holding two large burgers and a bottle of orange juice in his hand— which was his breakfast. He marched on boldly into the storey building, ”Hey Flinch!” He waved at the security man at the entrance.