Righteous Prey Novels & Stories

The ground turns slick with blood and viscera, the metallic stench heavy in the air, mingling with the sharp smell of fear and the guttural snarls of the dying. My muscles burn from the strain, wounds knitting slowly under the assault. Haldor takes a vicious bite to his thigh, blood matting his fur, but he retaliates by disemboweling his attacker with a swipe that leaves entrails trailing in the dirt. Pria spins through three wolves at once, her claws a blur ripping open bellies, slashing throats, blood coating her arms up to the elbows. I fight with everything I have, each kill fueled by the knowledge that these wolves stand between us and ending Bryce's madness.

Azriel’s eyes snapped open, locking onto a pair of glowing, predatory eyes in the darkness beyond the window. Lupari. Shape-shifters sworn against his kind, wolves in form but cunning in mind. He had encountered them before, and he knew their reputation—they were swift, relentless hunters, and tonight, they were bold. Without hesitation, Azriel flung open the carriage door. His body hit the ground with feline grace, fangs bared, muscles coiled and ready. The Lupari surged toward him, snarling, teeth gleaming in the moonlight. Azriel’s hearing caught every sound: the snapping underbrush, the distant rustle of a predator circling, the uneven breath of the horses behind him. Each noise told a s

And then, the world tilted on its axis. Mates! Mates! Our mates! My wolf’s voice, usually a comforting presence, a wild echo within me, erupted with such violent force that it felt like a physical blow. The raw, primal scream reverberated through my very core, shaking me to my foundations. The knife nearly slipped from my grasp. “What…?” I gasped, the word a mere breath, my eyes snapping wide with a dawning horror. The carefully constructed reality around me began to warp and distort. The murmuring of the guests faded into a distant hum.

He told Ruthless. Ruthless nodded his head and stared at the Hellhounds that surrounded him. "There are only two types of caste in this world, one that drinks the tears, and other that drinks the blood." "Shut his mouth up guys." His target ordered but none of the Hellhounds made a move. "I said close his mouth forev-" He paused when noticed his men were as still as ice.

Whipping my gaze to him, my breath hitched as I watch him position himself above me. “Let’s just say a virgin like you wouldn’t want to be stuck in a room with me,” He whispers in a deep, husky voice that makes my core ache. And I hate it. Gritting my teeth, I look up at him, struggling to escape his grasp. He’s right. I’ve been a ball of nerves since he popped up in my room. I mean, who wouldn’t? Imagine getting out of the shower then find a smoking hot, dangerous and arrogant-looking outsider leaning against the wall of your room. With no bra or panties on, there’s only so much you could do to tell him off. Especially if the jerk is none other than the future alpha of Cruelcrest Hounds Pac

! WARNING! The chapter may include extreme physical torture and a thirst for vengeance that may trigger a traumatic experience for the readers. MAX’S POV I feel like a maniac right now, so powerful. Looking at their crying faces is just satisfying. Yet, they just arrived though so why make it louder then? But it’s no fun if I would just pick up anything from the table and do it myself. That’s when I thought of the idea of betting a thousand dollars on the first person in this room that can shoot one of them in the leg. A bullet in the leg can only paralyze them. It can’t kill them.

"If they're just coming into town, then we need to make sure Nightshade doesn't develop a stronghold here." "And what of the two wolves that you captured?" I asked. Lance shrugged. "They will be dealt with." The message was clear. If you betray or attack a pack, then you die. This was a rigid reminder that we were not in the human world. In this world, there would be no trial for Rory and Casen. Justice was both swift and exacting. "Were they the ones who attacked my clinic?" "They haven't admitted it outright yet. But if they were working as Scouts for Nightshade, then whether they were the actual perpetrators, they were involved and, therefore, guilty," Elias replied.

Once everyone had gotten their role, Alpha Jackson continued with his instructions. "Prey will have a twenty-minute head start to hide or get as far away, within pack grounds, as possible. The Hunters will be the only group who will shift as they search for the prey. A Hunter wins if they bring a Prey back to Beta Christian before the time runs out. A Prey wins if they outlast a Hunter. Those of you who lose will be on Mess Hall clean-up duty." There were mumbles around the pack and I nudged Annable, trying to get a look at her paper, "What did you get?" I whispered to her.

He snarled, glaring maliciously at him. "I am sorry boss." Ralph knelt, pleading. With a signal at the figure behind him. Kelvin hastily deposited a glock in his hands. Henry glanced coldly at Ralph. "What's the punishment for a fail mission?" Beads of perspiration formed on his forehead, panting heavily. "Death." Without a word, Henry released his hands on the trigger,sending three bullet into Ralph's skull. Blood sputtered as Ralph's lame body fell with a thud.

A story about a young woman, Camilla Jones, who struggles to overcome a disasterous marriage of bretrayal, heartache, pain, tears, sorrow, physical, emotional, and mental abuse. Does she find love in the arms of another man? Will her heart be mended, or is she doomed to remain married to the man she thought was her forever lover? Steven Middleton - Husband. An article clerk for an accounting firm. Marries Camilla after only 6 months of courtship. Steven's drinking gets out of control, his late nights, habitual. Betraying his wife with multiple plus affairs, including her best friend and her cousin. He is also abusive in every aspect. Bradford Hemmingway- Heir and CEO of Hemmi