Romans & histoires Prey Novel

ly, and that underestimation cost them many life, the preys had shield made like wears, and were light in nature, they were made from the dragon, stone discovered a long time past, and it was kept in within the family of dogs, they had made a lot of iron tools with this stone and it remained, if the predators had worn one like it to the confrontation, things would have been different, though they were ready for a fight but the last try thought them a lesson that magics were not the greatest threat, the children of new world had developed a lot of weapons that if care was not taken, may wipe all animal race off surface of the earth, the meeting tool a long time before conclusion was reached,

His scream had resonated in my ears as I twisted his head and devoured his neck. He was no longer breathing when I let him go. His blood spilled in my mouth as I proceeded to my next target. I was on my seventh hybrid when I heard howls. My heart thudded when I saw a bunch of wolves floating in the air and being burned alive through a black fire caused by Kenji’s spell. His hybrids encircled him as if they were trying to protect him as he weaved a spell.

- 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.

"Tonight, look for prey! You need fresh blood. So far you have only eaten human food, right? Our bodies are not the same as humans. However, we still need prey." I never thought that I would have to do this too. That means I have to kill humans. I haven't done that in a long time. But it's also for my own good that I have to do that. Without Agatha knowing, I was looking for prey tonight. I walked slowly towards the bridge. There are usually lots of naughty people there that I can prey on. "Wow, there are people coming this way. How dare you come this way. This is our territory. If you come this way you have to give away your possessions!" said one of the people there.

Feyre’s POV No matter how fast I ran, I couldn't escape the beast chasing me. I couldn't see anything in front or even behind, but I could hear it coming. Every growl and snarl reverberated down my spine until it was all I could hear. All I could feel. My end was imminent, and there was nothing I could do about it. I panted hard, lungs burning, legs aching, yet I did not stop. Haunted screams rang through my eardrums and it took me a while to realise they were mine.

I looked at him, my heart calm and distant, and said evenly, “Thank you. I’m very happy.” He gave a bitter smile, then turned and left quietly. He looked so lonely as he walked away. Suddenly, a commotion erupted outside. It was Sydney. She had tried to sneak into the wedding and cause a scene, but the security team, who had been waiting, stopped her immediately. “Zoe! I hate you!” she screamed, her voice filled with raw hatred. “Why do you get to have it all? You– If it weren’t for you, Greg would never have abandoned me!”

Esme’s POV What the hell have I gotten myself into? His hand came up like he was going to push me away, but instead his fingers curled around my wrist, holding me there, and immediately, a growl rumbled through his chest and his eyes turned yellow... "Prey. Prey. Prey." The word wasn’t spoken aloud; it echoed inside my skull, deep and animal and hungry.

She asked loudly, tearing her hand away from him, “I am not going to act like a puppy dog and let four men fight over me. I am not a prize to be won!” Watching as Jack took a step back, a smile formed on his lips. “Of course, you’re not a prize to win. You’re a gift. A Queen. You are our Queen Jessica.” As smooth as Jack’s response was, Jessica wasn’t willing to back down. Before she could reply with a witty comment, her words were stopped by the sound of a haunting howl in the air. It echoed around the trees and came from an animal she had never heard before. Especially not a wolf.

Others raised weapons, serve as protection against the monster that had once been their queen. And then... the hunger struck. The scent of life of warm blood beating in terrified hearts drove me mad. Each pulse, each breath, each whispered prayer became a torment that demanded satisfaction. The people before me were no longer individuals with names and stories and families who loved them. They were prey, and I was the apex predator that had been designed to hunt them. "No... not them..." I whispered, clutching at my skull as though I could squeeze the hunger out through sheer force of will.

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.