Predator Fanfiction Novels & Stories

THIRD PERSON’S POV Melantha was sure that there was something different about Fedora when she returned from her visit, she was continuously rubbing her arms and looking all around her as if she was caught red handed while doing something forbidden. She was sure that she caught a whiff of a different scent on her, more specifically a male scent, her mind quickly jumping to conclusions. Her suspicion led her to believe that Fedora had been cheating on Lorcan, with someone else. The thought infuriated Melantha, fueling her anger and resentment towards her.

For lowering my head to him, for always letting him have his way with me. I don't know where it all went wrong. The next thing I knew, one day, he was no longer who I thought he was. Gregor was my predestined mate from childhood. We've lived through generations like that, with the Alphas of the pack choosing the prettiest girls for their sons, testing how the combination would look. I grew up with an idealization of what a mate meant anyway.

Mom said, her voice breaking, “I love you. I love you so much. But you have to run now. I promise I’ll find you. I’ll come back for you.” “Mom, please!” I sobbed harder, grabbing onto her like a child. But the sound of wolves approaching grew louder, snarls and the pounding of paws. Mom pushed me hard, her voice rising in desperation. “Run, Cal! RUN!” With a broken heart, I turned and sprinted into the forest. Behind me, I heard the terrible sound of my father’s final cry. I risked one glance back, and what I saw will haunt me forever. Alpha Damon stood beside the car. He yanked Dad out like he was nothing but a rag doll, and then, in a flash of teeth and claws, he tore him apart.

No longer captive. Reborn predator.

“This is… unexpected. But… useful.” “Useful?” I repeated, confused. “You will have no choice but to be Alpha Wesley's Luna now ,” he said. “And when you do, I’ll make sure our pack benefits. The Alpha of the Red Moon Pack as my son-in-law? That’s power.” I felt sick. He doesn’t care about me. Only what he can gain from this. Mina’s eyes flashed with jealousy. “You don’t deserve him,” she whispered under her breath, she probably had an idea about the last time Wesley and I had sex.

I groaned trying to pull away from this fucking predator but his hold on me was so strong, fuck why is he so strong “What are you thinking in that tiny head of yours” He flicked my forehead “Fuck that's hurt” I groan in pain massaging my forehead “You know I'm so fucking jealous and possessive when it comes to you right?” “You don't have to say it I already know that” I glared, but then I landed myself another flick on my forehead, “Stop, it hurts” I pouted, rubbing my forehead, I'm sure it's now red “Are you trying to seduce me with those lips” He groan and forcefully flip me over and I'm now beneath him while he hovered above me

The poor girl is helpless as the predator approaches her in a slow, torturous motion. “Please…” she whispers. A tall silhouette appears in front of her. She cannot make out the face but a sharp thing gleams in the darkness. The creature is tall, almost seven feet with a human-like shape. But it reaches out towards her with a bony hand. The skin has rotted off, leaving behind a disgusting lump of decayed meat. The girl’s eyes widen in horror and she lets out a loud scream. “NO!” She begs. “Please let me go! Please no! NOOOOOOO!”

“I thought it was going to be easy.” He sighed. “It would have been very easy…if I didn’t want you so damn much!” I smiled. In a way, I felt flattered by his confession. The usual, guarded Travis wouldn’t say that too easily. I felt happy to know that he wanted me that way. Because I knew I wanted him as much. But then again, I had to remember that Travis was a player to begin with. It was natural for him to want me this way. He told me once that he was a predator. If I gave in, I didn’t think I would allow him to play with other prey, too. I would want him to stop with me…I would want to be the only one. And that complicated our situation even more.

“Let's find somewhere to sit, shall we?” “Yes, Sir,” I told him with a hesitant, shy smile. I was rewarded with another of his oily smiles, this time it had a predatory edge to it. How many women had found themselves the victim to that predatory smile? All afraid to say something because he worked personally for the Praetor -the leader of all the werewolves in North America. I was going to enjoy this one.

Otherwise, I would never have noticed her in a way that wasn't sexual. "God, you’re so wrong. And if you can't accept the real her, then you shouldn't be with her," she frowns and stands up from the gurney, then walks over to me. She might be an omega, but everything about her screams ‘predator’. My wolf starts to get on guard inside of me, he definitely doesn’t like her, "Give up. We're both going to New York anyway. Just me and her. She’ll forget all about you and she’ll stop acting like a good person just to please you. She’ll be back to her true self… that girl you would never love if you actually got to know her.” "You’re just jealous of her,” I scoff, “And you don’t know anything about