Alien Vs Predator Whoever Wins We Lose Novels & Stories

“Alpha Amy wins. Alpha Brandon is disqualified from the battle for trying to land a death blow.” Vince looked back at me with eyes filled with hatred, but he picked up his son and rushed him to the pack doctor.

They all wanted her to win. "Silence!" The old man wearing gladiator clothes stood in the center of the arena and was facing the crowd. "Today, we’re going to witness the match between a Lycan and werewolf who will prove their worth to become our Alpha’s Luna. Whoever wins the match would become our new Luna, and whoever loses would face death." Emily could feel as though her chest was being hammered. She looked in Lucian’s direction again, and this time saw him looking at her intently. It was the kind of look that told her she had to win at all costs.

“That’s why I’ll win.” They collide again. Claws against steel. Bone against bone. Cameron fights smart - disabling strikes, controlled fury. Alaric fights like a storm - overwhelming, relentless, trying to crush Cameron under sheer power. Time blurs. I lose count of the blows. Of the blood. Of how many times my heart stutters when Cameron goes down - and how many times it surges when he gets back up. This is what the council wanted. Two Alphas killing each other while they watch from clean stone seats.

, Louis answered him. “All will go as planned”. “You seem very confident for one who has lost men to Alessandro”. Louis replied, "He will single-handedly wipe us off the surface of the earth" “The sorceress on our side will guarantee our victory", Deathly shadow assured, “If there’s one thing I’m sure of is that a vampire is no match for a sorceress, especially one skilled in camouflage”. “You speak so highly of this sorceress. I’m yet to meet her", Louis replied.

She had lost count of how many times his eyes went green and how many times, he fought the battle of supremacy with his cougar. At one time, she'd even hoped the cougar wins because it still means the same thing to her, which is death. Whether she dies at the hands of the mountain lion that hates her or the hands of a male and werewolf that wants to fuck her soul out of her body, what difference does it make?

“Do you think he can win? Kasan?” He went silent and I almost thought he wouldn’t answer until a sigh left his lips, “The Alpha always wins.” He started, “However, this one is honestly a little difficult. The whole pack can feel his emotions running wild and plus, it’s him and Lucas against all those wolves. If the others haven’t been ambushed like we were and manage to get here, then that will up their chances, but the way things are now…I think…it’s inevitable that we lose.” Inevitable? So, even you…think they’ll die too.

The final battle awaited us, and we were ready to face our destiny. The confrontation was fierce, a clash of strength and willpower. Alpha Eduardo's presence loomed over us, his power radiating like a storm. "You can't run forever, Blake," Alpha Eduardo bellowed, his eyes fixed on his target. "Face me, or your existence will be a living nightmare." Blake's voice boomed, his determination unwavering. "I'm done running, Eduardo. This ends here, tonight." With a primal roar, the battle ensued, the clash of teeth and claws echoing through the night. The forest bore witness to the struggle between two alphas, each fighting for their own survival.

"You did what you had to do." We sit there in silence for a few moments, and then Austin takes my hand, pulling me to my feet. "Come on," he says gently. "Let's go home." ______________________ Third POV The battle is long and brutal, but the werewolf army led by Alpha King Austin emerges victorious. The vampires have been defeated, the rogues mostly captured or dead after they had retreated in the face of certain defeat, and the werewolves have finally reclaimed their land. It is a hard-won victory, and there are many casualties on both sides. But the werewolves have won, and they can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

His presence alone sends the warriors to silence. He’s dressed for war—black vest, combat pants, bare arms inked with symbols I can’t read. But it’s his stillness that chills me. He doesn’t look like a man about to fight. He looks like a man about to execute. Alpha Alex stands opposite him, pale, sweating. Already broken. The rules are announced: no shifting, no magic, first to submit loses. If Alex loses, the pack bends the knee. Permanently. The fight doesn’t last a minute.

He couldn't let himself lose—not with Maxine's life at stake. The fight was brutal, but it didn't last long. Alph's shipped and trained strength helped him win. With one final, powerful bite, he latched onto the Predator's throat, his jaws closing around it with a deadly grip. The Predator had struggled for a moment, its claws raking at Alph's fur, yet soon it went limp and its life was drained away. Alph let the Predator's body drop and panted heavily. Blood trickled across his fur, but he paid it no attention. His entire being was wrapped up in worry for Maxine. Swinging his eyes over to her, Alph transformed into his human shape as he walked closer.