Righteous Prey Novels & Stories

They all had red paint smeared across their cheeks, while strips of silver cloth were tied around the wrists of several children farther back in the distance. Recognition of what they were doing came to me immediately. This was Pack and Prey, one of the oldest games among the pups. A quarter of the players became the “pack,” while the rest were prey trying to reach a designated safe house without being caught. Any prey captured joined the pack to hunt their former colleagues afterward, until eventually only one or two remained. Luke and the children with him were clearly prey. “Mama!” Luke called happily. The other children straightened at once when they noticed me properly. They gave small

“A trillion-dollar network, burned to ash because you wanted to play a romantic game with a cleaner. But you still have the Volkov name. You still have the bloodline. You’re coming home.” I look at Kain. Through the white glare of the spotlight, his grey eyes are staring right into mine. He’s looking for a signal. He’s waiting for me to tell him to pull the trigger anyway, even if the bullet takes both of us out. He loves me enough to turn this forest into a graveyard. And that’s the exact second I realize I am completely done being the prize in the center of the floor. I don't look at Kain. I don't look at the truck. I just drop my center of gravity, throwing all my weight backward into my

Michael gripped his phone until his knuckles turned white, his eyes staring into the darkness with a murderous intensity. He didn't care about the Russian woman or the mine anymore. If a single hair on Luna’s head was touched, he would turn the entire city into a sea of blood before the night was through.

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

"I need intel on the antidote for the Silent Night toxin from Lo Scorpione. In return, you'll get four years of the Costa famiglia's intel access, plus five million dollars." "Deal." After ending the call, I injected the coagulant Ombra had sold me previously. The numbness in my right hand eased slightly. "If I'm not back by 3:00 am," I told Carlo, "initiate Plan B, and you'll take over the famiglia." "Donna—" "That's an order," I said.

Before the guys or Elijah could shoot him, Antonio released the trigger. I screamed so loud I felt my vision go dark.

The forest embraced them like an old friend. And then, Ryder spotted his prey. A majestic deer stood gracefully among the trees, unaware of their presence. His pulse quickened as he felt the surge of primal instinct, a connection to his ancestors. With his father and brother watching, Ryder took a deep breath, steadying his nerves. He summoned all his training, his energy focusing on the moment. And then, with a burst of speed and agility, he lunged forward, his hands and fingernails sinking into the deer's neck.

The crackling leaves and clicking of twigs hinted at the prey's desperate attempt to escape. My wolf positioned itself and got ready for a race with the prey. Its shiny eyes like sparks in the dark, locked on the prey, and its pupils tightened as it focused on the prize. Its muscles curled and got ready to spring into action, its paws crept silently, positioned to strike. The prey, a rabbit, quickly ran to the left but my wolf was persistent, in a flash it countered the rabbit's move, and its jaw widely opened unveiling its razor-sharp teeth. Its warm breath poured over the rabbit and its eyes opened wide with terror.

Either take this back now or let the fattest mark in Big Game history forever ruin your victory. Caleb locked eyes with Trent, conveying the truth to his foxhole partner in arms without the need for a spoken exchange. We are animals directed by a higher power than our mortal concerns, yet we are first and foremost wolves. Apex predators always secure the kill, regardless of the toll or collateral fallout required.

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc