Who Is The Prey Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

It would be almost impossible for him to get a clean target on us, and before he knew it, his head would have left his neck, rolling on the ground. I kept walking towards him, my brothers flanking me, their eyes fixed on Mr. Daniel with a hungry gleam. The air was thick with tension, the silence between us palpable. We were the predators, and Mr. Daniel was our prey. It was only a matter of time before we struck. Pearl's POV

I'd wanked myself at the sight, wishing and hoping for a chance to touch him, to show him just what I was capable of. My dick twitched in my slacks and I punched it. “Soon,” I promised. I would soon make myself known to my prey. Kai Schwarz. The son of my father's enemy. I had watched him for five years now, followed him everywhere he went and kept tabs on him. I had even gotten rid of the men who tried to touch what was mine. I had protected him for years even though he didn't know, and soon, I'll make myself known to him. He will soon know he has a master.

The girls looked down, guilt written on their faces. I kept my eyes glued on the scene, and eventually, I got tired of watching and decided to head for my first class - history. I grabbed my books, stuffed them in my backpack, and started walking towards the exit when I bumped into a hard chest. I looked up and saw a familiar scar on the lips of the person I had bumped into - Rowan, one of the quadruplets. I could already smell trouble. “Look who we have here,” he said sarcastically.

“Now construct a wall from that ache. A wall no one can input.” I breathed slowly. My fingers began glowing. A soft golden light. “You’re doing it,” she whispered. “You’re getting to know me.” My chest felt warm. Strong. Like something inner me had been unlocked. But then I felt cold once more. A chill. A shadow. I opened my eyes rapidly. Across the yard, status nonetheless, becomes him. The man with the scar. Victor’s assassin. Again. Right there. Just standing. Watching me. “Brandon!” I screamed.

A growing acceptance that this connection between us was here to stay. I walked beside him with my head high. The chains were gone. My power stirred stronger than ever. This bond had changed us both. The monster and his prey were becoming something far more dangerous together. And the world outside these walls would soon learn what that meant.

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.

And I want it to be nothing. I push myself out of bed, moving on autopilot—shower, uniform, bag. My reflection in the mirror stares back pale and a little hollow-eyed. My ears are tilted slightly back, my tail twitching once, betraying my nerves. I shove my sketchbook into my bag and sling it over my shoulder. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about the glove. Don’t think about what it means that it was under your pillow. --- The prey lecture hall is on the far side of campus, tucked away behind a block of predator dorms.

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 repeated each word trembling, as if saying it enough will make it true. “Would you have preferred they kill you instead,” I demand coldly. “Do you want to go back to being the victim everyone steps on.. then get out of my sight,” I hissed. “Having such high morals won't get you anywhere in this world. The world is made up of monsters and prey. Either you are the prey or you become the monster. There is no in-between.” I released my collar from his grip. “If you want to remain the prey then go. But I assure you. There's no place for a prey in this world.”

] Attached to the message is a live video feed. On the screen, Edwin Clarke—the old butler who secretly gave me extra rations and protected me when Piper tried to starve me out—is kneeling in the mud outside the Eastmoor Quarter, a heavy silver blade pressed tightly against his throat. Standing behind him, holding the hilt with a cold, terrifying smirk, is Kieran Ravenscroft himself. My eyes turn a lethal, glowing crimson in the darkness of the room. My breath comes out in a slow, steady hiss as my claws—real, thick, razor-sharp wolf claws—burst through the tips of my fingers, tearing right through my tactical gloves.