Prey の小説・ストーリー

The wild hares remain in the same place jumping around nibbling on the pieces of oat hays that Phobos scattered around as bait. "Do you have your knives?" He inquires whilst taking back my attention. Looking down to my right at the earth I pick them up and raise them for him to see. "Yes." I reply. "The knives will not kill them but it will hit them if thrown well. I shall take a hit as a kill." He mutters. Getting into a crawling position digging my nails into the soil I glare up at the wild hares analyzing their movements. Phobos told me that there are merely two things that exist in today's world. A predator and prey.

I asked with a low frown. “Well, that’s what is expected of new prey like yourself but what we all know is that there are no rules.” My eyes widened and I released my fists. “There's no rule that states that a hunter should allow his prey go scot free, or a hunter and prey have to be friends by the end of the game- in fact, we’re allowed to treat Prey’s like actual prey’s, without mercy.” She let out a chuckle.

My head spun as pain shot through me. A push from behind sent me sprawling to the ground and toward the swimming pool, my face meeting the cold, unforgiving surface. Another hand clamped onto the back of my head, driving my face into the water, suffocating me. From somewhere far away, I heard someone announce happily, “Milli’s name is on the Blacklist! This pack slut is our prey now.”

Things got even more awkward when the host started broadcasting the game that would be played by all the visitors. "The name of the game is Chase the Prey, Feed the Wolves. Everyone who gets a wolf mask will chase animals that wolves usually prey on, like rabbits, cats, squirrels, and so on. The number of wolves and prey animals has been calculated so all wolves will get one prey animal. Is that understood?" "Yes! Let's do it!" "This will be very exciting!" "Can I catch anyone?" "You are free to catch anyone as long as you follow the rules. There will be a prize for

He was sure even a whisper would alert the shadow he was looking at in the dark. What it was, he didn’t know. He was sure, though, that it was bent over to a lump, unmoving body of someone. The creature was groaning, but its prey was no longer in the defense. Adjusting to the darkness, it became a challenge not to make a noise when he took in the feature of the monster. It looked just like the ones from the movie he, and others before her, were so fond of binge-watching. “What is happening?” he whispered, tears racing down once again as he slowly moved back.

And then, the world tilted on its axis. Mates! Mates! Our mates! My wolf’s voice, usually a comforting presence, a wild echo within me, erupted with such violent force that it felt like a physical blow. The raw, primal scream reverberated through my very core, shaking me to my foundations. The knife nearly slipped from my grasp. “What…?” I gasped, the word a mere breath, my eyes snapping wide with a dawning horror. The carefully constructed reality around me began to warp and distort. The murmuring of the guests faded into a distant hum.

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

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

snapped Cassie, "I like 'em! They are so cute, especially puppies and you just wanna hug them so tight or let them play with a squeaky toy..." "Haha," Henry interrupted, "fun-fact! Did you know that dogs play with squeaky toys just because that noise produced by those toys sounds the same as the sound produced by their dying prey?" "Why do you always have to ruin a perfectly good moment?" Carmen narrowed her eyes at him. "Doesn't sound so cute now, does it?" "Mr. Gordon, what do you think you're doing?" called the history teacher after spotting Ben drawing a pair of devil horns on an illustration of a dog's head.

"Let's take a break ... let's get something to eat, okay?" "You need to change your appearance ... change your hair color, cut it, wear sunglasses all the time, a cap, whatever ... you need to be in disguise ... you have to manage your money carefully, it's the easiest way for them to trace you," he said while eating his Burrito.