Prey Novel Novels & Stories

My central nervous system was collapsing into total dark-mode. My eyes locked onto the empty glass container on the iron table. The water had been heavily laced with a high-grade military paralyzing sedative. Desperate to maintain a single line of defense, I bit down on my lower lip until the metallic taste of blood burst across my tongue, but the chemical tide was absolute. I tried to unleash a territorial roar, but the output emerged as nothing more than a broken, breathless whimper against her shoulder. "Mother... did your line... drug my wolf?"

Isabella asked suddenly. No one answered. But she didn’t need them to. She continued anyway. “Then stop thinking like prey. Her voice dropped slightly, Lower, Colder. “Prey adapts. Prey hides. Prey hopes the predator gets full before it’s their turn. She paused. Then“ We are not prey. The air seemed to tighten around them. “If you’re still thinking about coexistence. She turned her head slightly, her gaze cutting through them like a blade. “Then you’re already dead. A long silence followed. The wind shifted. Carrying ash across the ruined ground.

I used to be Melica Stormborn. Now I'm Melica Arvaunt, the adopted "sister" who carries Angeline's bags, takes Angeline's hits, and gets dropped 50 meters from the academy gates so no one will see us together. At the Celestial Moon Academy, everyone ranks above me. Alphas, Betas, their Lunas, even the Betas' Lunas. I'm dead last, the only girl adopted by a former Alpha, with no mate and a wolf so weak it barely counts. My deal with Alpha Arnold is simple. Protect his sickly daughter, a gifted healer and the chosen Luna of Steven Highvern, and stay out of trouble. The rest was easy, but keeping my ever growing feelings for Steven wasn't. Then, on my 18th birthday, a "prank" goes wrong.

In a world full of craving wolves, she couldn't roam around like an innocent rabbit in the den's of her predator because she knows it too well, that a certain big bad wolf is preying on her. Waiting to devour every inch of her body. But instead of devouring her in a torturous way, her predator devours her in a more pleasurable and sensual manner. And she's the prey that is a willing victim. She's a prey bewitching her predator with her innocence, making her predator, the big bad wolf, breaking the rules.

He licks his lips as he touches my lower lip with his thumb. I stand there frozen allowing him to continue his assault on me, what is it I feel fear. Complete fear which paralyzes your mind and body. Making me a perfect prey to the predator. HI GUYS NEW BOOK, DO YOU LIKE IT IF SO PLEASE READ AND FOLLOW AND LIKE THEN I'LL CONTINUE WRITING I'LL BE WAITING FOR YOUR FEEDBACK.

It was a big, white one that Francis suspected was even bigger perhaps as a result of the full moon which was beginning to come out. When the wolf let out a thunderous grumble that sounded like an earthquake which was still thousands of metres in the ground, Francis let the shield down and once he did, the entire scenario could be summed up into just one word; Chaos. Due to his heightened visibility, professor Ericson was able to see the ghouls a little and while he took them out in the most aggressive way possible, that is, tearing them apart sometimes with his paws and other times, his jaw, Francis fended his way through till he got to Dr. Peyton Giovanni and Sarah who seemed very peaceful

"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."

“Wouldn’t you get in trouble with the Alpha for being here?” Rather than a response, i got more meat shoved into my plate. “That’s not for you to worry about. You are the one in trouble.” That was all it took for the moment to fade into nothing, puffing into glittering dust right before my open eyes. He was right. I was the one in trouble here. I was the victim. It was I whose entire family and pack had been massacred! The disgust bit hard into me that I tasted it in the food. My appetite became unattainable.

I took my mum's hand, and we ran out of the room. “I would find you,” Alpha Landre yelled from behind. “And I would kill you.” That was the last conversation my parents had before my mother found her new mate. Now, here I was, standing before the principal of an Elite Werewolf school my mother's new mate had secured me a place in. “We were thrilled to have you join us, Bianca,” the principal said with a delightful expression. I smiled. “Thank you.” She handed me a piece of white paper with different colors of ink. It was my schedule for the semester. The first thing that caught my eye was the boldly written, ‘MOON LAKE ACADEMY’ at the top. My heart thumped loudly as I left the principal’s of

With predatory grace, we melted into the underbrush, our bodies skimming the forest floor with such stealth that not a single sound betrayed our approach. The world beyond our quarry receded; the looming threat of our pursuers faded from our minds, eclipsed by the singular focus on the prize that would soon sate our gnawing hunger. The deer grazed leisurely, plucking tender leaves from the low-hanging branches, unaware that death was creeping near. With a burst of coiled energy, we sprang forth from our concealment. We soared through the air and clamped onto the deer's neck with a deadly grip. A savage dance of life and death ensued, our ferocity unmatched as we shook our prey with relentles