Alien Predator Fanfiction

On the verge of tears, she smiles. Her smile hides a storm. His touch brings the thunder. • "Are you planning to leave me?" He snarled, his voice dripping with fury. His entire demeanor contorted in anger, the chilling blankness replaced by a terrifying rage that made Zynah shudder. Fear flooded her voice, momentarily stealing her voice. Mustering all the courage she could, she forced out a "No." In a split second, Bilal's frown turned into a smile, a predator satisfied with his prey's submission. He reached out, gently framing her face. He leaned in, and for a fleeting moment, she thought he was going to hit her, but instead, she felt his lips on hers. She stilled. Pulling away after a second or so, he spoke; his voice a low, menacing murmur. "Good," he crooned, the possessiveness in his voice sending a fresh wave of tremor through her. "Because no matter how hard you try, you can never get away from me, you will only get yourself in trouble with me, and trust me, you're going to hate yourself for defying me." • He claims to love her, but his affection is a cage. Will this twisted affection set her free...or break her for good? Find out!!

When Ivy returns home for the summer, she’s not the wide-eyed girl her billionaire stepfather raised after her mother’s death. She’s twenty-one now—sharp-tongued, sexy, and trouble in heels. The little girl is gone. In her place is a brat who knows exactly how to push Alexander Wolfe’s buttons… and maybe, just maybe, tempt him to sin. Alexander has spent years locking away his desire for the forbidden girl he swore to protect. He built empires and buried lust behind boardrooms and bourbon. But when Ivy saunters back into his mansion with those legs, that attitude, and that wicked glint in her eyes—every line he drew begins to blur. She wants to tease. He wants to ruin. But what starts as a game of temptation quickly spirals into obsession. As secrets unravel and past sins claw their way to the surface, the line between protector and predator, love and lust, begins to crumble. And when Ivy’s dangerous ex resurfaces and an unexpected pregnancy shakes their world. Alexander will be forced to choose between keeping his twisted desires in the dark… Or claiming his little girl in the most sinful way possible. He raised her like a daughter. Now, he’s ready to make her his wife.

When Dr. Elara Voss signs a blood pact with the reclusive Wolf King to save her brother from Lycanthropy, she expects a clinical transaction—not the scorching bond that sears her veins under the full moon. The terms are simple: one year of her life to bear his hybrid heir, in exchange for the serum that will cure her brother. But the Wolf King’s golden gaze holds shadows older than the forest, and his touch awakens a primal hunger she never knew existed. With each lunar cycle, Elara’s body betrays her. Her senses sharpen to inhuman levels, her skin hums at his proximity, and her dreams spiral into vivid, forbidden fantasies. Yet the closer she gets to the King, the clearer it becomes that their pact is no ordinary contract. It’s a trap—one that binds her soul to his, and forces her to confront the truth: the serum she needs might not exist. As the pack’s ancient enemies close in, Elara must navigate a world of shifting loyalties, where every ally hides a fanged secret and the line between predator and prey blurs. When the King’s true motives emerge—along with a curse that could destroy them both—Elara must decide: is she a prisoner of her own desperation… or the key to breaking a thousand-year-old chain of bloodshed?

Di tengah terpaan musim dingin, Seren Eira menemukan pria tampan yang tergeletak di jalanan. Pria itu hampir membeku terbungkus selimut salju. Dengan belas kasih, Seren membawanya pulang dan memberinya nama "Theron", karena dia bilang tidak memiliki nama. Theron bukanlah pria biasa. Meski parasnya begitu tampan, dia dianggap "idiot" atau "setengah-setengah" oleh orang-orang sekitar. Sampai suatu malam, segalanya berubah. Theron yang polos dan lugu tiba-tiba berubah drastis. Pria itu memancarkan aura mengerikan yang tak pernah Seren bayangkan. Seperti predator yang membuka mata setelah tidur panjang. "Siapa kau?" gumam Seren gemetar. "Tak ingat? Padahal wajah ini seharusnya sulit kau lupakan." Mata Theron berbinar dengan ekspresi asing yang terlihat untuk pertama kali. Mulut yang biasanya sedikit terbuka seperti orang bodoh, kini membentuk lengkungan seringai kuat. "Pergilah." Menyaksikan sosok asing yang ada dalam diri pria itu, Seren merasa bulu kuduknya berdiri. "Ke mana aku akan pergi? Apa kau ingin membuang 'lintah' yang telah menghisapmu selama ini? Bukankah kau sangat senang saat aku menjilatmu hingga kering?"

Miles was livid. His father had to be joking, right? Marrying a nineteen-year-old girl? Who does that? He was twenty when she was born, for God’s sake. The very idea disgusted him. Not because of what anyone would say—Miles didn’t care about public opinion. Reclusive, cold, rude, and emotionally unavailable, he had no interest in the world’s judgment. But this? This felt wrong. He wasn’t a predator, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to marry someone two decades younger than him. But his father wouldn’t back down, and losing the company wasn’t an option. So, he reluctantly agreed. He would marry the shy, damaged girl who had survived the worst at the hands of her step-family. He made himself a promise: he wouldn’t touch her. He would protect her, not become another perverted man she’d have to fear. What he didn’t expect was how hard that promise would be to keep. She was undeniably beautiful—soft curves in all the right places, her presence igniting desires he thought he could suppress. Suddenly, Miles found himself fighting not just his morals, but his erection. But she was his wife. He could touch her, right? Or at least look? She was going to be his undoing.

With his height towering over her, he took gentle strands around her like a predator caging in his prey. “I'm sorry,” Ashley mumbled from her frightened and confused mind. “What are you sorry for,” He asked as he kept circling her. She was naive and innocent and that mere fact about her drove him insane, drove his wolf crazy. But how can he be so fascinated by someone who is not his mate he pondered. “What's your name?” he asked her in his hoarse voice. “Ashley, she replied calmly not daring to lift her face to meet his. “Sorry does not cut it, Ashley, you have seen me naked and it's only fair that I see you too,” he said, subconsciously running his hand through his wet hair after suddenly realizing what he had just said. ****************************************************************** With just a few months to his banishment, Alexander strikes a deal with a wolfless slave girl, to become his mate, so he can claim his right to the throne. Her name is Ashley, but everyone calls her "the weak wolfless luna", except her Alexander. What kinds of challenges they will have? Will he have his throne successfully? Will she be a qualified luna?

“You seem to have forgotten that you’re not marrying a commoner, Alina. You’re marrying the prince of all vampires, so look alive and get me some coffee.” Alina Deluca lives a normal life up in the Californian north. At least that’s what she makes the world believe. Locked within her hypnotising emerald eyes are horrors she could never speak of, even if it killed her. Erick Stayton, the vampire prince, is her nightmare. To her, he was no more than a cold, savage predator that lusted for her blood and took away everything she had during that one traumatising night four years ago. Problem is, she is bound to be his bride. Mustering her every strength to set things right in her awry life, she gets embroiled in an ages-old feud and a struggle for power of mind-boggling proportions. Strangely enough, she finds herself connecting with Erick in ways she never knew she could. Suddenly, everything is not what it seems. Is Erick the heartless monster Alina makes him out to be? Will a vampire law made eons ago be the undoing of the whole vampire race? Will heat-ed passion bloom in these bloodiest of times? Sink your fangs into an exhilarating journey to the supernatural world with Anna Kendra’s The Vampire’s Bride. Packed with plot twists in every turn, this book will surely leave you reeling for more.

So this is how the mate bond feels. A rush of energy, a pull like gravity tightening around us, and an almost maddening awareness of the other person. I wasn’t about to let it sway me though. Sure, the man in front of me is ridiculously perfect, but I wasn’t some love-struck fool who’d drop everything at the first spark of fate. I had a life, plans, and a fiancé waiting for me upstairs. I raised an eyebrow, forcing myself to stay calm even as my heart raced. “Take a number and get in line, sweetheart,” I said coolly, flashing the engagement ring on my finger in front of his gray eyes. “I’m otherwise occupied right now.” …Five years later, when I pushed the door open, my mate remained motionless on a leather couch, his piercing gaze boring into me with a cold detachment that sent shivers down my spine. He leaned back, the casualness of the gesture at odds with the intensity in his eyes. His arms rested lazily on the backrest, but there was nothing relaxed about him. His body was coiled tight, like a predator ready to pounce, and the air between us crackled with tension. “Is my number finally up?” he asks, his tone laced with bitter amusement. “My dear mate.” The words sting, but I can’t deny the truth in them. He is my last chance.

"You want me, Davina. You can deny it all you want. I will make you scream the truth." His voice, a guttural purr, slid over my skin, igniting a shameful, undeniable heat. His hot, possessive gaze consumed me, stripping me bare, making my body clench with fear and anticipation. I was trembling, aching, for a man who I should hat. The man that can destroy me. --- The anonymous call pulled Davina Wilson into a nightmare realm of carnal secrets and violence. Summoned to her estranged father's bedside, she found a brutal aftermath reeking of raw power. Malcolm's chilling dismissal and her stepmother's icy glare hinted at a depraved family darkness she'd never imagined. Then came Ezra, a formidable, unapologetically masculine force, unsettlingly aware of a past Davina had erased thirteen years ago—a past he was determined to excavate and brand as his own. Plunged into a dangerous underworld to shield her family, Davina found herself Ezra's captive. He hungered to devour her innocence, seeing a wild, unyielding lust he was determined to dominate and unleash. His possessive interest deepened into an all-consuming claim. He was the alpha predator she should flee, yet the forbidden craving was undeniable. As Davina navigated this treacherous landscape, the lines between captor and savage lover, threat and intoxicating surrender, blurred. An attraction so potent ignited, promising either her ultimate downfall or a dark, exhilarating damnation.

When a eighteen-year-old virgin decided to leave Louisiana, her home town for Texas, an alien town she was oblivious that the journey of her independence would become one of longing for a man's love and attention. With her love built on a misconception, she was unaware that Charles Jackson; the multi-billionaire, was an egocentric, cold-hearted, proud and unforgiving man who locked his heart to love, the aftermath of the brute conditions under which he grew up. But yet, Maureen Thompson was bent on earning her bosses attention at all cost. Though not pushy or... flirty, she developed partial-obsessive tendencies; one that kept her dwindling in the thoughts of having sex with him—even as a virgin! Forgoing his harsh countenance, overly exaggerated reactions, she envisions Charles in the portrait of cold-nineteenth century men that spew flavors of love to their lovers—indoor. But Charles Jackson, built in grace and glamor, could win a medal in egocentrism, rudeness malevolence, prudishness and of course, beauty! And yet, she judged his reactions to the plane crash wrongly, unaware that December had scared his heart. It appeared that the plane crash became memorable either through breaking hearts or eventually mending them. Be it the crash itself or the incidents after the crash, it changed people's lives and Maureen was not left out. In readiness to be true to her love, Maureen ignored warnings and hit the wrong target. Lurking in the shadows of her emotions and fated to be bewitched by perfect blue eyes that defies morality, she might discover that Charles Jackson, heir to Jackson Companies PLC and CEO of Westland Airlines was truly born of STONE and FROST. And worse, everything that she believed might just be a lie!