Dungeon Predator Novels & Stories

With such a small pool of graduates to choose from, the likelihood of getting more than one offer was pretty high. Me? I couldn’t think of anything worse than a desk job. I'm hoping to get an offer from Dario Montario. He is believed to be one of the best Hunters out there. At the age of 23 he had almost surpassed my Dads kill count. Which will make him the best. He is also incredibly hot. His bright blue eyes sat beneath a mop of light brown hair. I sat and drank in his appearance. He stood arms crossed over his chiselled chest. His black t-shirt pulled taught across his muscles. His jeans fitted snuggly against his body, leaving little to the imagination. He was sexy as fuck and just might

“To be complete honest, I’ve been hunting one down to kill for a very long time. Hence the affectionate term people have chosen for me.” Hunter. I swallow, that uncomfortable feeling fluttering over to me now. Shamefully, I fell for all the gossip, even if some of it was in fact true. “Predator?” “To most people. It’s the Snow Demon” he says warily, expecting a more dramatic reaction from me, but admittedly, I know little about the Snow Demon, other than it is native to the Azure Province. “Tell me about your Tani.”

The two bloodsuckers Mikali was holding at gunpoint in a dark cavern looked exactly like what Jo had been imagining when she’d picked out two potential snitches in her mind. Both of them were groveling on the ground, sweat pouring from their undead foreheads as they pleaded with the Guardian to let them go. Mikali was glaring at them, standing at his full height, which had to be at least six three since he towered over Jo, alternating the target at the end of his Beretta from one sniveling bastard to the other.

He shuddered at the thought of the vampires, he had refused to believe that vampires still existed until he had seen Dracaryx and the others. The door to the room opened and Dracaryx walked in. Dante immediately went on his knees. Dracaryx walked up to him and patted his head. "Good boy." he praised him. "Thank you master" he answered. "Stand up" Dracaryx ordered him.

A predator and prey. I need to think as though I am a true predator and I shall become one. My bare heels slide upon the ground pushing me forward as I am hunched low eyes set on my target. The weakest link of the group the one that keeps wandering far. Gripping the knives tightly my knuckles prominent with the pressure I add I take a low quiet breath through my nose. Phobos follows my movements with him crawling as well upon the muddy floor yet he has somehow taken the lead without me knowing. He truly is a ghost.

Chapter six- Plan gone wrong. Daywalkers are sensitive to light, Nightwalkers are sensitive to sound and smell combine with aggressiveness, but the Predator's formidability is what makes it stands out. Just as planned, we stay far away from the barracks then Larry launched the first explosive decoy which is supposed to attract the Predator. After the loud blaring noise. “Are you sure it's going to come?” Mel asks as we all watch the gate from a hill, afar.

Leaning casually against the stone archway like he never left. “Couldn’t sleep either?” he asks. “I could,” I admit. “But I didn’t want to.” He studies me, then gestures down the corridor. “Come with me.” I follow without question. The halls of Predator Pack are nothing like Ridge or Moonstone. The walls are carved stone but etched with moving glyphs, runes that shimmer faintly with silver-blue light as we pass. The air buzzes alive with something old and watchful. “You feel it,” Elias says, watching my gaze.

A final encrypted message appeared on a secure terminal meant only for Joel: “One nest down. Forty-three to go. The next target is closer than you think.” Joel closed his notebook, the weight of hidden order pressing upon him. The hunters were still being hunted. And IZO was always watching, He stared at the number, a cold realization settling deep. The game had only just begun and the predator was always one step ahead, learning, adapting, waiting for the perfect moment to strike again.

And through those cracks, shapes begin to fall. Not Architects. Lower predators. Hundreds of them. Dropping toward the city like burning stars. Dylan swears under his breath. The Architects do not intervene. They are observing. Testing. “Hailey,” Dylan says urgently, turning me toward him. “You need to decide right now. Are you fighting them, or are you letting them reset this world?” Below us, the first predator hits the streets. The impact shakes the entire building. Screams rise through the darkness. The Architect’s final statement echoes through me as the predators spread across the city grid.

"I'm in a bad mood, Mia. And I feel like skipping the tutorial." "Let's speedrun this," I agreed. Dax kicked the service door open and walked out into the rain, not as a fugitive, but as a predator who knew exactly where the enemies were going to spawn. [NEW GAME+]