American Predator Novels & Stories

Without thinking about his actions he held her hand tight and pulled her to his chest, hugging her tight as she finally cried. “Do- Domi-nic Hale’s grandfather was a hunter.” Skye started while hiccupping and sobbing, whilst clutching onto the Alpha and Hakan felt his whole body freeze and his blood run cold when he heard the words following her sentence, “a Legacy Wolf hunter.”

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

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.

Mars shouted in his mind with too much emotion to make Zayn bored because of him. " How strange, are you not defeated by your flock that has been destroyed?" He groaned so much that Darkle answered him, but he didn't care and didn't listen because Ardina caught his attention when she attacked him with shocking speed! His Mate sees herself as human just because she does not transform, but she is not, she is a werewolf like everyone else here and she has a wolf and one of the strongest of wolves too, so she should never underestimate herself! Just because she can't transform into wolves doesn't mean she's not a werewolf

“You and I will fight like warriors. If you win, I'll tell you my goal. And if you lose, your life will be mine.” Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could k

"It's actually a great idea. I'm sure if I pull a few strings, I'll be able to get a doctor there to send me all this information." "Good. Actually, that was the real reason why I called you here." Adeladin played with his table pen, watching his visitor carefully, "There's this man back then in Special Ops called Anaconda. He's damn good. Man takes on four to five deadly soldiers at the same time back then. He killed his victims brutally." "The thirst for blood got the better of him and he went rogue. Killed fifteen of his own men." "Damn." "Yeah. He was declared Wanted. So, he disappeared from the surface of this earth." He paused, allowing it to sink in. "I've been looking for Anaconda fo

Then it hit me,an awful, choking stench. Rotting flesh mixed with something metallic and wrong. A faint, broken cry followed. My wolf surged beneath my skin. I broke into a run, a low, threatening howl tearing from my throat even though I hadn’t fully shifted. Branches whipped at my arms as I charged forward. The attacker fled the moment he sensed me coming—nothing but a blur of movement and that foul odor fading into the night. Left behind was a girl curled on the forest floor, trembling in pain. I dropped to my knees beside her. “Easy… I’ve got you.”

She paced the living room and craned her neck to try to see anything out of the windows, but all she could see in every direction was forest. The Apostle Ridge Pack, run by Alpha Anton, was a small pack by werewolf standards. Their remote territory sat nestled in deep, dense forest, giving the wolves the freedom to exercise and hunt undetected by humans. But right now, that isolation had fear prickling her skin, goosebumps rising, and her body jittery until she could no longer stay put.

he said, trying to calm me down. One of my biggest rivals, Alpha Zander of the Long Tooth pack, was coming tonight, with his entire family and dozens of his pack. We were old friends but recently started stepping on each other’s toes trying to get more land, more bodies for our defenses. I needed to keep him happy and I had to assume he felt the same toward me. I didn’t want t piss him off but I wasn’t going to roll over for him either.