Prey Novels & Stories

The slime forms a figure, and yes, it’s Franz. “What?!” Darz, Harz, and Larz exclaimed. “Fufufu... Too bad, remember, the prey will never be able to kill a predator.” Franz said. “That’s right, the food chain is absolute, yet for your information, when the preys are united, a mere predator isn’t a big deal for them,” Harz explained. “Prove me wrong.” Franz said ”Darbee Phinish Lain!” Franz exclaimed stretching out his right arm as he expanding the blade and swinging it clockwise.

Something was different, though he could not yet name it. Each breath of the cool night air carried information—the sharp scent of wet earth, the metallic tang of distant prey, the faint, almost imperceptible rustle of creatures hidden in the shadows. Azriel’s instincts hummed beneath his skin, a taut string that tightened with every passing second. Hunting alone meant he was vulnerable to ambushes, yet the risk was part of the ritual, part of the clarity that only the forest could offer. A chorus of low snarls shattered the calm. The horses whinnied, stamping nervously against the harnesses. Azriel’s eyes snapped open, locking onto a pair of glowing, predator

A shiver ran down my spine. Retracing my steps, I padded over to the table, which had the item lying on it. It was a book, a really, really old book. Flipping through the pages, I discovered it was a journal, its pages detailing the fall of a great alpha king. My brows scrunched. What the hell is an alpha? However, before I could read further, an unseen force hit me, nearly sweeping me off my feet.

I had given her 2 days to process her feelings but right now, she had to be here, with me, in my house! After all it was fair enough to keep friends close but enemies way closer. “I don't think that's the only issue we have on hand right now.” Piero stated adjusting his glasses while looking up at us. “Apparently, she's booked a flight out of the country and is currently preparing to leave.” I slammed my hand on the table grunting and clenching my fist in utter disgust. I had thought I was doing myself one but right now, this kitten was stressing me the hell out.

They were all under a vampire’s spell. A vampire held the power to curse people by looking them in the eye and telling them what to do. The Vampire’s eyes turned to red when they did so and a dash of that color remained in the victim’s eyes too but only the ones who were “specials” could see it. A normal human won’t be able to tell what was wrong with the victim. (Specials are the ones who have powers: the royals, the vampires, the werewolves, the protectors. The ferals had no such power unless they were turned a protector by a royal.)

“I’m so glad you could make it.” Chloe could only watch as the Alpha male descended the stairs slowly, each movement like a predator stalking its prey. In fact, that was exactly what was happening here. Chloe was the prey and Nathaniel intended to devour her greedily. There was nowhere to run. Even if Chloe’s legs weren’t frozen to the spot in fear, she had no doubt that Nathaniel would catch her immediately and no doubt make a game out of it like a cat with a mouse. So, she remained transfixed to the spot by her Alpha’s hungry gaze

Alyssa said, looking pleased with her human pride. "Yeah, and other than that, there are predators and preys living in the same world together, and those predators survive by killing their prey for food, like lions preying on dears, birds, and maggots, or baleen whales and microscopic plankton, so the species that are best suited and having more advantages over others could become predators. Humans also have to consume other organisms for food though we're no longer hunting mammoths or tigers like in prehistoric time." "So?" Cammie asked and tossed a piece of ham sandwich into her mouth casually.

"Can I get something to eat?" "As what? Your wife?" Janie retorted. She blinked an eyelid with a sneered. She sat on the couch opposite him. Her eyes fixed on the television. His temper was slowly running out of check. "I don't understand! Janie get me something to eat." "This is an headline news: Good day viewers and welcome to ABC news." A beautiful lady said, giving a report. " Daniel Graham, a multi billionaire and son of Mr Graham, special adviser to the president was shot today as he advanced towards the supermarket."

He promises, “I’ll watch anyone you like. Just, don’t let me make love to you right now.” His voice softens when he says “make love”, and I nearly cum from the rumble in his tone. Focus, Olivia. “Your turn.” I press. Some of my horniness begins slipping away. “My favourite books are comics.” He starts “Not books,” I mutter, and he huffs a laugh. “Um… My favourite music is pop. My favourite food is anything as long as it gets Talon to eat.” “Your packmate doesn't eat?” Hunter stiffens, “He’s… complicated. But no, he rarely eats.”