Predator Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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

Seeing their happy faces only reinforces their determination to rule over the lands in a just way. “This is only the beginning,” Dmitri says. “We have a lifetime together.” Roseanne kisses him and says, “Together. Forever.” ... Author's Note: Part 2 of this book is out! Search for 'The Hated Mate (Lycan and his lover 2)'

“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.

“And if she rejects you?” Lucien looked over the rim of his glass, eyes gleaming like molten silver. “She won’t.” His eyes darkened dangerously, “She can’t.” He walked to the bar and poured more wine into his glass, the dark liquid catching the candlelight. He took a slow sip, savoring it like a fond memory. “Do you know what makes an Alpha so predictable?” He asked. He didn’t wait for Cobon to form an answer, “They protect by claiming. They cage what they love. Eventually, everything inside that cage suffocates. She will feel it first. She will start to dream of escape.”

In a world full of craving wolves, she couldn't roam around like an innocent rabbit in the den's of her predator because she knows it too well, that a certain big bad wolf is preying on her. Waiting to devour every inch of her body. But instead of devouring her in a torturous way, her predator devours her in a more pleasurable and sensual manner. And she's the prey that is a willing victim. She's a prey bewitching her predator with her innocence, making her predator, the big bad wolf, breaking the rules.

Elena had been wrong, I had been wrong, and it was going to take more from me than just words to keep him at bay. He was a predator, and I was his prey, and he was going to do everything to me. Things I might end up liking. “Are you sure you don't want me? I can bend you over right now and fuck the hell out of you. I don't go raw, but I can do that with you.” “And am I supposed to be glad that you decided to go raw with me because I might be precious to you?” “You can bask in it, and I will let you, but you should know that.”

“I see that.” “Then respect her.” His gaze drops. “I will.” We don’t speak after that. But for once, the silence between us doesn’t sting. It just settles. Quiet. Almost peaceful. …… SKULL – POV Fools. All of them. The Predator Pack celebrates. They parade their heir, open their gates to Moonstone’s Alpha’s son, and think they’ve won something. They haven’t won. They’ve invited death to dinner and set an extra place at the table.

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."

"I know you're bored and you want an adventure, but he's not a detour. He's a dead end. He doesn't just break hearts; he destroys the capacity to have one. He's spent his whole life perfecting the art of the discard." "You really think he's that heartless?" "I'm his daughter. I've had a front-row seat to the demolition derby for twenty two years." She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "He's a predator. And predators don't fall in love with their prey. They just enjoy the chase until the meal is finished."

It was the touch of a predator before it claimed its prey. A slow, predatory smirk spread across Elijah’s lips as he leaned back against the velvet seat, his gaze fixed on her. He wasn’t just seeing a grieving widow; he was seeing something he planned to control. His mind filled with dark thoughts. He imagined the fire in her eyes finally gone, replaced by broken obedience. He thought of the sounds she would make—not the screams of grief from the road, but softer, desperate sounds born of pain and twisted pleasure. He would mark her skin, leave signs that showed she belonged to him. He would destroy her memory of his brother so completely that the only name she would whisper in the dark woul