Prey Novels & Stories

This way, he could live a more casual life. "Boss, why did we give those losers a chance instead of throwing the evidence in their faces?" Catherine looked at him with fatigued eyes. She replied in a lazy tone, "Isn't it more fun this way?" Ronin chimed in, "You're right. A hunter must prefer to play with the prey before eating it." Bryan took a tumble. In the case when the prey was too much, there was no point in eating the prey directly. It was a lot more fun to watch the prey struggle on the verge of dying.

She turned and left before getting lost in the crowd. ‘We need this, Hayes. Don’t let her ruin our appetite.’ Rhys advised. “I came here, didn’t I?” I groaned. I walked to the bidding table and picked up a brochure of the preys that were going to be available. I flipped through and they looked really enticing but one caught Rhys’ attention. ‘I want that one,’ he growled inside of me. “Let’s see the attributes. Shall we, Rhys?” I added. “A fast runner, poisonous and had been in solitude,” I chuckled. “This will taste really good.”

While most often that is elk, caribou, deer and moose, it can also be bison, muskoxen, dall sheep or even salmon. It is not uncommon for wolves to be injured or even killed during the hunt by being kicked by a hoof or gored by an antler. Most often the prey they select is in some way weaker and/or more vulnerable than the other animals in the herd. They may be injured, sick, old, very young or genetically inferior. But even healthier animals can at times find themselves in a vulnerable position. Over time this process allows the most capable prey animals to survive and pass on their genes and it helps to limit the spread of dise

I snap at him. He does not say anything else. This time, Craig speaks up. "Is she the one?" I take my eyes off the huge monitor in front of me that displays the affairs of the pack. The monitor was created by the same witch, she was able to create it to watch the other members of my pack that are at the Evermore pack house. I turn to gaze at Craig with a raised brow. "What do you mean?" "I mean we all know Ella is not your mate. You seem to care about this girl a whole lot. Is she the one your heart yearns for?"

Ryan parked in front of the NYPD building on Broadway, he walked into the entrance of the brown brick building, there was a large 34th police precinct written on the side of the building. Different types of cars as well police cars painted in blue and white were parked in front of the building. The agent walked into the building with a rubber bag holding two large burgers and a bottle of orange juice in his hand— which was his breakfast. He marched on boldly into the storey building, ”Hey Flinch!” He waved at the security man at the entrance.

"Why did you stare at me?" I gulped in fear. It seems like I miscalculated. The predator is always more observant than the prey.

She closed her eyes as she let the tears flow freely down her cheeks, there was nothing she could do against these people. They were formidable and she was only their toy to play with as they deemed fit. Alessandro had made it clear today that he was not done dealing with her. She could not even being to fathom how he had ripped a man’s head off his neck, shattering bones and tendons with just his bare hands. She steadied herself on his shoulders as he quickened his pace. Her tears increased, her thoughts were confused, she could not think clearly but one thing she was sure of was that Alessandro was a predator, a very deadly kind and she was his prey...

And perhaps, if you see how necessary Omegas are, then perhaps, you will decide to help the cause. He doesn't say that part but I can hear it lingering in the air like poison. It's bitter to taste but I don't find myself hating it. Daxon growls slightly in pleasure at the fact that I am thinking of it. Why? Because it is true. I need a release somehow and I know how it would end if I keep fighting what I really am. A Predator who needs to hunt down prey to survive. I have fought these instincts after the event that happened many years ago but perhaps… Perhaps, it is time I stop beating myself for something that I could not control.

I don't think my panther is even breathing at this point. I can see the prey now, it's a deer. It's leaned over, pulling grass roughly out of the earth, ears flickering around, eyes wide and wild looking. I don't think it can hear us, but the way it was looking around you'd think we were already sinking our teeth into it. You better act fast, it's getting nervous, I say as I watch its fluffy white tail begin to twitch about. Just when I'm about to explode with anticipation, my panther lets out a horribly loud screeching roar, throwing her full body weight at the deer.