American Predator Novels & Stories

Right now, Ari needed to be held, needed to know that he hadn’t been abandoned, that his predator had come back for him. So I held him. Pressed my face into his hair, inhaled him like he was the only thing keeping me alive. Let my hands memorize the fragile curve of his back, the way his body fit into mine as though it had always been meant to. “You’re safe,” I murmured against his skin. “With me, you’re safe.” And under my breath, quieter, darker, so only the bond would carry it: And they’re already dead. Because Ari might not have named them. He might not have told me who. But prey doesn’t need to point out predators. Predators reveal themselves when they bleed. And I was about to make the

And the dragon clan representative in hybrid form, wings folded against her back, scales catching moonlight. "Adrian Wei," Vess says. "You're coming with us." "No," Adrian says simply. His hand tightens around mine. "I'm not." "You don't have a choice," Morrison says. "By federal paranormal statute, uncertified apex predators are automatically classified as containment threats." "And by old law," the dragon clan representative says, "apex predators answer only to the ancient councils. Which no longer exists. Which means you answer to whoever's strongest." Adrian shifts. Not fully paranormal. Not human. Something in between. Gold and black aura flaring around him like wildfire. The ground ben

The sinister figure loomed above her, his triumphant aura casting a malevolent shadow over her prone form. As he hovered above Amelia, relishing his apparent victory, a sudden blur of fur and fury exploded into the scene. Adrian's wolf, a magnificent creature with a gleaming coat of silver and eyes ablaze with righteous fury, lunged at the intruder with unmatched strength and speed. The impact was bone-jarring, a collision of primal power that sent shockwaves through the night.

“Her stay here will keep us safe. The fact that she hasn't rejected him yet will make him want to protect her at all costs, even if it means protecting the pack as well.” “The Teldon and the Crimson packs have been our low-key enemy for the last ten years, the stay of the predator in here will be the perfect excuse to attack our pack. We have already lost a lot of our warriors to the Predator. No one will be able to defend this pack if they come together.” He paused. “Only the predator can protect us if he thinks they are coming for his mate.” “It's still risky.” There was uncertainty in the other man's voice. “What if he turns against us? He could have killed everyone back then in the hall.

I'd show him what home advantage really meant. The change rippled through me like silk sliding over steel, bones reforming with the familiar agony that always preceded the kind of violence that defined my true nature. Human concerns—mercy, restraint, the careful politics of supernatural society—fell away like discarded clothing. What remained was predator, pure and simple. Alpha wolf defending his territory, his pack, his mate from creatures stupid enough to challenge what they couldn't hope to defeat. I hit the tree line running, my enhanced senses mapping enemy positions with predatory precision. Blackwood had spread his forces thin, hoping to divide my attention between multiple threats.

And it had seen Maxine. The Predator was a rogue wolf, something that acted on its base instincts: hunger. It was the worst kind of wolf: dangerous and unpredictable. And it had already killed tonight. Alph knew he couldn't let it harm Maxine, but fighting it would be risky. He was strong, but the Predator was desperate—and desperation made it even more dangerous. "Don't move," Alph whispered to Maxine, his voice barely audible. "No matter what happens, stay behind me." Maxine didn't answer, but Alph could feel her tense, her breath coming in shallow, rapid bursts.

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.

Mine. Table four was two truckers. Harmless. I refilled their mugs, dropped the check, and turned— The bell chimed again. The air changed. It was like someone opened a freezer door in the middle of the Mojave. The hairs on my arms stood up. The diner went quiet. Forks paused mid-air. Predator. My wolfless body didn’t have enhanced senses, but it remembered them. It remembered _him_. Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t—

"Because you can produce a hybrid child...which is in your belly right now." as soon as Vlora gestured to her belly, she became unaware, more on it she was stunned. Getting shocking news after news Pidge was unable to react...her mind was still processing. "Where is Maddox?" she asked in a rage. "Maddox is also the alpha of Czar pack. His team needs him, that's why he went to finish the Swamp Goddess, Decima." "It means I am pregnant with the wolf babe inside of me?" Pidge was astonished as she could ever be.

"It knows how we think." No one moved. No one dared speak. For the first time since Ava Morgan had vanished, every investigator understood the horrifying truth. They believed they had been studying an invisible predator, carefully dismantling its secrets one clue at a time. Instead, every question they had asked, every theory they had formed, and every step they had taken had become part of someone else's experiment. Or something else's. The hunters were no longer investigating the Predator. The Predator had begun investigating them.