How To Catch A Predator Novels & Stories

, his thumb lightly caressed her cheek, “You can’t feel anything, the pain is lessened" “Does it remain that way?”. “No", he answered, “It doesn’t, only very few vampires can achieve that wholeness. It happens when they find their mates. Suddenly you feel the pain for two. You have a purpose, something to look forward to every day. Something to protect and to fight for, for as long as you live...”. She nodded in understanding. “There is also that predatory instinct that we can’t overcome", he continued, “The need to wield power, ultimate power, to exert dominance at all times...”.

I just hope I can do that too. He put it in the bucket. The ones he got; then pulled me into the water. “First you need to walk slowly so that they don’t get frightened and get to them easily.” He walked slowly as he let go of my hand, so I imitated what he was doing. “Second, prepare your pointer. When you see they are quiet and in the same place. There you have to stab hard in your grip. That’s how you will get the prey!”

I set up a series of traps using the environment: precarious rocks balanced on ledges, snares hidden among underbrush, and shadows manipulated to make my presence impossible to locate. When the first scout stepped into my trap, a cascade of rocks sent him tumbling down the slope, a sharp cry echoing through the valley. Panic rippled through the remaining scouts as they realized the terrain itself had turned against them. I struck silently from the shadows, moving like a phantom, using their confusion to my advantage.

To be successful on a hunt, you have to study your prey, remain hidden and wait for the right time to attack. The cover of the night was the right time to attack but it wasn’t good to mindlessly attack. You have to wait until the prey was extremely comfortable before you made a move.

As soon as the predators noticed Blaze’s gaze, they all tensed up at once, laughter drying up. Blaze remained silent and moments later, I repositioned myself and gripped the tennis bat with two hands again, eyes trained on the ball which packed more strength than it looked. This time, I was against a different predator, and once again, he purposely directed the ball towards my leg. A cry tore past my mouth as I dropped the bat and sank into the grass, clutching my calf. At once, I noticed as Blaze crossed the room and grasped the collar of the predator. In the next moment, he was punching him right in the nose.

I waited, patiently like I had all afternoon to spare until those lovely glassy eyes swept back to snag mine, "Hold it, boldly don't look away." Her fingers shook uncontrollably next to her milkshake. Her tongue peeked out to moisten her lower lips. "When that punk looks your way tonight you're going to feel exactly how you're feeling right now. Like a prey. A fawn spotted by a fox. Every instinct will tell you to look away. Your wolf will purr and cower." I squinted my gaze and made my voice drop, "You won't. You'll look him dead in the eyes, like you could devour him alive. You're the predator, not him. Not any man."

They trained harder than ever, honing their skills and strategies to face the upcoming challenge. In the heart of the woods, the soft rustling of leaves and the distant calls of birds created a serene atmosphere. Daniel, a skilled hunter of the pack, moved with stealth and precision, his senses attuned to the slightest movement. His keen eyes spotted a deer grazing peacefully nearby, and with a swift movement, he pounced and caught the animal.

This rabbit was fat. Moving its limbs cautiously, and avoiding sudden noises, the creature reduced the distance between itself and its prey. Eyes blazing, pitch focused. It watched as the quarry's eyes moved away and the creature now knew where to approach it from, how to force it to flee and how to catch it off guard to swoop it in one great giant leap. The vibrations from the ground finally signaled what the creature wanted. The rabbit had turned its back and not only that, it had given up its concentration, there was no better time.

A black pointed object hangs on my skin, I pull it out with my right hand and throw it aside, my right hand still feels numb, but I'm not giving up. “That's the power of evolution,” The predator says as he stands. I try to pick up my knife using my left hand, but he fires another sharp pointed object to my knee. I immediately feel my nerves dying as I drop to the floor. In less than a minute my back is fill with puncturing object, the Predator stands in front of me while I lay with my stomach on the wet ground. Suddenly, my wristwatch beeps and a witty smile appear on my face knowing that Adam is up by now escaping.

She would pretend everything was normal. And she would watch him. Wait for him to slip. Wait for him to try again. Because the only way to catch a predator was to look like prey. And Aria Collins was done being anyone's victim.