The Huntress And Her Love Prey Novels & Stories

What a malevolent spell they conjured to ascertain my demise. A dry huff lifts from my lips as my shaky hands grip a strong branch while I laboriously hone my vision through this unnatural haze obstructing my sight to see the figure by the window. For the nights I’ve watched her, all that churned in my guts was a mouth-watering craving. The mere fascination of what this weak Hunter would taste like against my insatiable appetite. An edible and sumptuous prey I stumbled upon on my numerous reckless hunts in the vast wood that demarcates our territories.

“My pride wouldn’t have it. Besides, I would greatly enjoy killing him.” God, Liz hated this woman. “D—Damien won’t have you hurting me! If you… if you kill Ashton, I swear I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you don’t live either. I’ll lie — I’ll say you—” “Oh, shut up.” The huntress scoffed, but she did withdraw her weapon. There was a high chance the hunter wouldn’t survive; he was still so young, probably not that skilled. “Fine. I won’t finish him off if you promise to behave.”

“HE’S A FUCKING PREDATOR! DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT THAT MEANS? HE EATS MEAT! HE HUNTS HIS PREY AND KILLS IT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE? YOU’RE MEAT AND PREY ALL WRAPPED UP WITH A PRETTY BOW! FOR CHRIST’S SAKE, NATASHA! DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?” I jerked away from him. “THE ONLY CREATURES IN THESE WOODS WHO HUNT ME ARE YOU GUYS!,” I screamed hysterically. I turned around and took off towards home. I didn’t stop running until I reached my porch. I put my key in the lock and tried to turn it. It didn’t move. I frowned and pulled the key out. I double checked that I had the right key, before trying again. Still nothing. I knocked on the door and waited for my mother to answer the door. She hadn’t

The huntress nodded back coldly. "Suit yourself," she said. The keen piercing blue eyes burned into mine, but Vale didn't show any sign that divulged her change in moods, yet I knew by her pulsating heart. Despite it, I turned to Lyra and overly expressed my affection towards the former slave by pulling her in for a kiss on the mouth. A gasp sounded from Lyra's throat. When I turned back again, Valerina was already tramping down the hallway. Her long velvet red cloak flew like scarlet waves as she stormed off. The other hunters were trailing after her. When they were gone, I released Lyra from my hold and turned towards the door with an inward twinge in my chest.

he sneered at her keeping his voice low as not to alert the other guests to the scene that was unfolding, "You know I could kill you in an instant if I wanted to and trust me, it is very tempting." "Likewise and trust me, the feeling is mutual," she snarled back at him. He didn't like that at all. He bared his fangs at her in anger before taking a swipe for her. Izzie however was completely tuned into her senses, the way she always used to when hunting. She had seen him shift his weight and anticipated the attack long before he made it. She ducked out of his way just as he started swinging, and much to her surprise Cassius caught his arm.

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

His gaze never wavered, holding on, sharp enough to cut diamond if he tried. They locked onto mine and everything else in the bar blurred into bleariness. The music faded from my ears just as all the people present there disappeared. Now there was only him and the weight of his stare burning through me. Heat rushed through every single corner of me until I was oversaturated. My body burned as the intensity of his emerald eyes aroused me. There was something about him that just felt dangerous in a predatory way. His eyes slowly checked me out, causing sensations to bombard me.

I turned a corner quickly and broke into a light jog. And they started jogging too. “Stop running, bitch!” one of them laughed. “You know how this ends.” Panic immediately overwhelmed me. I clutched my bag tighter and ran harder. My coat flapped behind me as I sprinted down the dimly lit street. Their heavy footsteps pounded behind me, closing in very quickly. So close that I could hear their breathing now, they sounded like hunters enjoying the chase. I cut into a narrower alley, hoping the tight space would slow them down. But that was a seriously wrong move as it only made their voices echo louder.

Ramsy boasted. Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake. Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try. Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him.