Romans & histoires Prey

"Let's take a break ... let's get something to eat, okay?" "You need to change your appearance ... change your hair color, cut it, wear sunglasses all the time, a cap, whatever ... you need to be in disguise ... you have to manage your money carefully, it's the easiest way for them to trace you," he said while eating his Burrito.

He had fully transformed into the beast of fury and rage, every step led the beast towards the addictive scent. Prey. It snarled, its teeth unfurling once more in excitement as darkness slid from his shadow before him, wrenching the gate apart. The beast stepped into the night. Ready for blood and slaughter.

- KILLIAN - Fear. Even from a mile away, I can sense the fear of my prey. It’s very satisfying for a predator to witness the defeat of a victim before it’s claimed as a conquest. And right now, I am that predator, enjoying the trivial acts of my prey. I thrive on it. Dine on it even. And just at the right time, when I have her cornered, I’ll strike and leave nothing untouched. Hunting has never felt so divine.

1 — Prey Blood It waited to kill. On the sun-baked dry sand, hiding in the blades of the thin yellow grass, it laid. Waiting. Through its lacerating fur it could sense the vibrations being transmitted. Though they were still far off, the creature could sense it, distinctly and precisely. The rabbit sat in a reasonable distance from the creature, unaware it was about to meet its abrupt end. The creature's eyes glowed on its target, determining not only its direction and speed of movement, but also its weight. Every predator knew that weight was of cardinal importance when it came to their prey. The rabbit was fat. And so the crea

It had a strong floral scent, but I couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly. On the table, there were plenty of meat dishes. Did they really think they could lure me through those? What did they see me as? A kid? A glutton? If that was the case, then they were gravely mistaken. I muttered in disgust as I grabbed the plate which had roasted beef in it. The day the wolves became immune to aconites, we’ve also became immune to different types of poison. Also, surprisingly, the dishes were clear of any poison since we could smell it easily if they were to put something in the food.

KAINE’S POV It takes fifty seconds for my protection mark to appear. And it's only by thirty-nine, she finally stops resisting. *Great Hel. She’s too stubb—* The sudden, sharp pressure of her teeth sinking into my lip cuts my thoughts short. She actually drew blood. I lean back a little. Most prey would freeze when cornered. They would not bide their time, waiting for an opening to retaliate. They would not try to fight back. “How dare you? Let go of me, you beast!” she spits, her blue eyes blazing at me.