Prey Novels & Stories

Or drowning me in wet concrete. He pulls the trigger and for a moment, the world around me pauses. I wonder if I am dead. Then I reason that there should be a loud bang or pop or something and I should be sprawled on the floor. All I hear is a small click. The gun has no bullets. I open my eyes to see him placing the gun on the table top and standing. “Enjoy your meal, Miss Houston. My assistant will reach out to you. Rhys will show you out when you’re done.” He says, pointing to the expressionless butler.

Before the guys or Elijah could shoot him, Antonio released the trigger. I screamed so loud I felt my vision go dark.

He growls between clenched teeth before storming out. “What the hell was that?” I turn to Greg. “That was prey cornered.” “What does that even mean?” What the hell is going on?

Elektra: I still think it's a bad idea, but be quick about it. I snatched open the small package of jerky and devoured it, along with some nuts and berries. I sipped from my water canteen, taking a small sip. I didn't want to have to traverse to the stream to fill up on water. A predator was bound to be lurking by the water, patiently waiting for some poor, dehydrated prey to stumble along, looking for relief from the crisp spring water. The prey wouldn't even see it coming. By the time they realized it, another she-wolf's teeth would be clamped around her neck.

- KILLIAN - Fear. Even from a mile away, I can sense the fear of my prey. It’s very satisfying for a predator to witness the defeat of a victim before it’s claimed as a conquest. And right now, I am that predator, enjoying the trivial acts of my prey. I thrive on it. Dine on it even. And just at the right time, when I have her cornered, I’ll strike and leave nothing untouched. Hunting has never felt so divine.

1 — Prey Blood It waited to kill. On the sun-baked dry sand, hiding in the blades of the thin yellow grass, it laid. Waiting. Through its lacerating fur it could sense the vibrations being transmitted. Though they were still far off, the creature could sense it, distinctly and precisely. The rabbit sat in a reasonable distance from the creature, unaware it was about to meet its abrupt end. The creature's eyes glowed on its target, determining not only its direction and speed of movement, but also its weight. Every predator knew that weight was of cardinal importance when it came to their prey. The rabbit was fat. And so the crea

He could pick a scent that he knew did not belong to any member of his pack and he followed it. He watched his prey who was oblivious of his presence. His prey was just a middle sized wolf but it would serve as a meal for his beast. He lunged at the prey and tore the prey apart, drinking its blood.

His eyes narrowed forming slits, and his voice dropping an octave lower, “You cared so much about him. Don't you?” I stood there rigidly, holding his gaze refusing to look away. “Then since you care so much about him, you're to partake in the prey hunt and if you succeed, I shall spare Kael.” His voice was filled with venom. The prey hunt. My heart thumped and my head reeled as I thought of it. I had never been in such an event before but I knew what it was about. Those who break the rules in the pack house were often made prey in the training ground for the young warriors to hone their skills. Th

It had a strong floral scent, but I couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly. On the table, there were plenty of meat dishes. Did they really think they could lure me through those? What did they see me as? A kid? A glutton? If that was the case, then they were gravely mistaken. I muttered in disgust as I grabbed the plate which had roasted beef in it. The day the wolves became immune to aconites, we’ve also became immune to different types of poison. Also, surprisingly, the dishes were clear of any poison since we could smell it easily if they were to put something in the food.

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.