How To Catch A Predator Novels & Stories

He asked with widened eyes. “Exactly!” I snapped my fingers, grateful he finally grabbed the hint. “Let's say I'm the predator, I'm waiting patiently for the prey to walk into my trap and the rest would be history,” I said, a smirk on the side of my lips.

She very much wants to be caught. She slows down as she reaches a small meadow that is always used to hunt rabbits or game. She can hear him tracking her scent in the distance, the excitement of him catching up with her making her act like a puppy, jumping around in the long grass. Just before he enters the meadow clearing she drops to the ground taking a predatory position, ready to hunt the hunter. I could feel her heart, our heart I suppose, beating against the dry grassy muddy ground, her excitement was going to give the game away.

She shouted, and they all cheered. "What's predator?" I asked, although no one but Kaden heard. "You pick a paper. Predator or prey then if you're a prey, you hide. When a predator finds a prey, they are to scratch them, and the prey with the most number of scratches gets hurt of course and has a penalty also." Kaden exclaimed and just then, a paper was thrust into my hands. And when I looked at it, in it were the bold letters, PREY. "Reveal your statuses." Maria bellowed and everyone showed what was written on their papers.

Increasing my pace and digging my feet into the soil as hard as possible, I ran with all my strength and dove through the entrance with a growl. The beasts arrived, but they were too big for the entrance. They tried to force their head in, snapping their gigantic teeth at me. I jumped back, hiding away from their sight. I could hear scratches against the stone, but I remained silent, holding my breath. I didn’t know how long they spent there, but after some time, there was decorum. I knew that tactic. It was a predator tactic to lure the prey out. I remained in the cave, my shoulders sagging as I leaned against the wall.

He stumbled again, and a low hiss escaped him, frustrated by her unpredictability. The prime sentinel froze, recognizing the subtle mastery she was displaying. His patience did not waver, but his strategy shifted. He began circling her, testing angles, observing patterns, attempting to read the energy flowing through the forest and through her veins. Aria felt the tension in the forest coiling tighter. The Pulse within her grew stronger, responding to the predator’s movements with precision. Every leaf, every root, every subtle vibration was now a tool in her control. She did not strike; she guided, she influenced, she commanded.

I also went on my knees and tried to do it but I couldn’t see any fish in sight, they had moved from the region of the boat. Ralph shook his head, “These fish are not stupid, after what happened to the first one, were you expecting them to stay here?” he shook his head at me and grabbed a paddle then paddled the boat to where the fish had relocated to. I launched my attack at the fish but caught nothing. I stared at him looking red with embarrassment. He shook his head again, “One basic rule of hunting… observe your prey for a while before you attack, else you won’t be a successful hunter.” He educated me but I frowned because I didn’t see him observing for more than a second.

The primal instincts surged within him, guiding him through the underbrush as he focused on the sounds of the forest. Hudson's senses heightened as he caught the scent of a deer nearby. He paused, listening intently, then crept closer, his muscles coiling like a spring. With a burst of speed, he charged. After a swift and skilled hunt, he managed to bring down a deer, feeling the satisfaction of a successful chase. Hudson bit the deer's neck in his mouth, savoring the thrill of the hunt. He began walking back to Selena, eager to see his mate's reaction.

“Uh, huh? Oh yeah. I’m, um…I’m fine,” I babbled, as if that big cat had my tongue. He stepped forward and looked off into the vegetation. “It’s gone for now, but you must be careful of predators out here,” he warned, meeting my gaze straight on. “Predators are always on the prowl. They’ll stalk their prey until an opportunity arrives to pounce and go for the neck with a fatal bite.” “I know,” I said. “The thought of anything biting me anywhere kind of freaks me out.”

Sydney has me to teach her, and she seems to know quite a bit already. "Let's go get your catch," I say, as I pick up our gear. She stands with a huge smile on her face and looks around. I remember that feeling, taking in the moment, wanting to remember every detail. Wanting to remember the location, the feel, and the smell in the air, so you could relive that moment the next time. Taking her small hand in mine, I lead her into the meadow, careful to pay attention now that the ssmell of the fresh blood is in the air. We don't want to draw in predators. For that reason, we need to work fast.

After that, the wolves had used every means necessary to gather intel from humans since wolves, like Vampires, had the natural ability to bewitch anyone. That’s why Luther’s resistance to this was new to me. He inhaled deeply and was about to lift the sheets when I held his hand, daring him to look at me more. I could see the craving in his eyes and could even smell his arousal, and yet, he still looked so composed, that one wouldn’t have noticed it unless they were to look at the rising tent in his jeans.