Dungeon Predator Novels & Stories

He raised the M-99 Archangel sniper rifle, the smart-scope instantly highlighting targets in the gloom. "Clear right," Ren said. Jax stepped out from the shadows, his data-sword glowing a soft, deadly blue. Behind him lumbered Brog, the awakened NPC blacksmith. Brog looked terrified, his massive forging hammer clutched tightly in his pixelated hands. "This isn't how the dungeon was coded," Brog whispered, looking at the walls. The stone textures were melting, replaced by a cascading waterfall of angry red zeroes and ones. "The Great Machine is eating the architecture."

Well a Firefox of course, but a Kitsune to be precise. This Kitsune reached out to Dominic when she heard about Stacy’s transformation into a Hellhound, no other species had ever taken on two entities before, as far as she knew and being that she was over 5000 years old, she knew a lot. Dominic sat at the table adding sugar to the coffee that the waitress had brought to him on his arrival, he had never been to this diner before, it was located about three blocks down for the new Predtech building in the lower end of Westingdale, it’s so strange how three blocks can make such a difference. Where Predtech stands is a very up built area, office buildings with 30 floors were commonplace, but her

Majority of the campers are boys because game addiction is their thing – to be exact, Dungeon Raydens-addiction. Dungeon Raydens is a sandbox-style MMORPG that’s a one-stop-shop for a lot of things. Kate remembers that, when Ecto was still around (darn, it hurt to think that), they did almost everything there except PvP and the MOBA-esque Battle Royale end game, which Ecto abhorred for their violence.

It might be frigging starving! A disturbing idea popped up in my head as I drove past the Manor gates: if this thing had been attached to Brandon Price, it’d gone from feeding on residual energy to living emotions. So maybe it wasn’t a badass demon, but it wasn’t a simple scavenger anymore. I’d heard that wild predators, like lions and tigers, disregard any other food once they tasted human flesh.

"Now that I think about it, I have just what you need, actually." Jenny stepped from behind the counter and walked to the bookshelves lining the inside of the store. She climbed a wooden ladder, propped against it and took out a small booklet from the box on the highest spot It looked worn out and very dated. She descended the steps and returned, setting the book on the countertop. It was frayed on the edges, and the cover was made of brown leather. She flipped open to a specific page, and on the top of the chapter was a hand-drawn copy of the sigil for the Predators.

There's no point in staying there when I can't get any more information about him. I stood up and excused myself. Luna Evelyn told me good night before I walked away to my room. I was terrified about the next day. If the interrogation doesn't go well, we won't be accepted into this pack and on top of that, I don't even know what the predator would do to us. I guess I was too focused on my thoughts while climbing the stairs because the next thing I knew my head had collided against something hard. I yelped and looked up in surprise and let me tell you, my soul almost left my body when I locked eyes with the predator.

I gawked at Arlo, “Arlo, please tell me everything you know about Alex's predators.” “Apex Predators are beings that occupy the highest position in power, strength, and abilities, making it the most feared and respected hunter. They possess abilities that surpass those of other supernatural creatures.” Arlo explained. “Other supernatural beings fear and respect an Apex Predator, often avoiding confrontations or showing deference. They can also adapt to various environments and situations, making them formidable opponents in any setting.” I nodded in understanding, “Thank you.” “Where's Gemma?” I asked calmly, trying not to think to avoid Arwan reading my thoughts.

The guards stiffened like pups caught stealing meat. Lucien Dreadmoor filled the dungeon like he had filled the courtyard: absolutely and completely. Cloak brushing the floor, jaw set, storm-blue eyes fixed on me with unnerving precision. He wasn't just an Alpha – he was a predator who'd grown bored of hunting deer and was now considering lions. I leaned back against the wall, smirking. "Well. Took you long enough. I was starting to think I'd been abandoned." "Leave us," Lucien said without sparing the guards a glance.

Carlo burst in from the rear entrance and took out the second. A third tried to rush for the stairs, but Spettro blew his head off. The fourth aimed straight at me, but a bullet came from above. Spettro dropped from the ventilation shaft and sliced the man's throat clean with his dagger. The last person was a middle-aged guy with glasses. He raised his hand and yelled, "Don't shoot! I'm just a technician!" I stepped forward and grabbed his weapon. "Where's the kid?" The man replied, "Upstairs… I'll take you to him—"

He was sure even a whisper would alert the shadow he was looking at in the dark. What it was, he didn’t know. He was sure, though, that it was bent over to a lump, unmoving body of someone. The creature was groaning, but its prey was no longer in the defense. Adjusting to the darkness, it became a challenge not to make a noise when he took in the feature of the monster. It looked just like the ones from the movie he, and others before her, were so fond of binge-watching. “What is happening?” he whispered, tears racing down once again as he slowly moved back.