Predator Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She knows about my dreams and nightmares, so much so to the extent that I have stopped talking to her about it because I just feel that they lead to a dead end. "Yes." She puts away the last plate and gently pats me on the shoulder. "Sorry about that. I should have helped you out with the plates." "It's fine. Thank you." She goes to the other side of the kitchen, and continues working on the food with the others. It'll be ready soon, and we will once again watch with grumbling bellies as the Alphas and Betas of the pack feast while also taunting us. Telling us that we should be glad that we have a pack to stay with instead of being left out to be ravaged by rogues or taken captive by wicked

It is very rare for children born by Herbivore women who are paired with Predator men to be born healthy and normal, as children produced by women of the Predator lineage and Predator men. For these reasons, Predator men are very rarely interested in women of the Herbivore lineage, even though many of them are born very beautiful. But they are very unpopular among predator men. Instinctively, in order to protect their offspring, they tend to avoid them. But sometimes there will be some things that make Predator men chase after Herbivore women. One of the reasons is accidentally imprinted.

“It means you’re sounding a lot like Alpha Lucas. Alpha Black knows the truth. Alpha Damian is trusting his father when his father says he knows the truth and does not see me as a predator. Alpha Lucas is repeating information given by an actual rapist that I have cleaned up after the same way I have cleaned up after my brothers. Please Jessa, I’m begging you to stop. Just clear your head and listen to what I need you to know.” “What is there to know? You say the rumors of you being a predator are false but now four months later you’re saying that they are partly true. You go through a long story about your past relationships that sound like you were forced into acts of intimacy as a way to

They were striking and quite intimidating. For the first time ever, Lucia understood how prey felt. Her heart pounded and her head spun. Her mouth was so dry, she couldn’t swallow. An instinct she didn’t know she possessed shouted at her to turn, run… to escape. But another yelled at her to get closer, to go belly-up for her…. Mate. Shit, it can’t be. Fudge, no! What was staring at her was one of the top predator in the paranormal community—a Lycan... Nobody fucked with them ever.. No one. And somehow Lucia knew her father had gotten on the wrong side of one... .....................

the predator continued softly, “that once you taste what you could be, you will never again want the weak, trembling, self-denying creature he has become.” My breath tore. “You’re lying.” “Am I?” He stepped even closer. “Or did you feel it? The moment your hunger bloomed, Avel broke.” I closed my eyes. His words dug in like thorns. “He wanted to feed on you,” the predator murmured. “You felt it. You saw it. He only ran because he was ashamed.” “He didn’t run.” “He begged you to run.” A soft, disdainful laugh. “Even weaker.” “Stop.”

The usually grounding scent of pine had soured into the aroma of a cornered, bloodthirsty predator. "Stop moving, Sora. Your scent is triggering my instinct to shred anyone who dares approach that door," Vardan growled without turning. The voice no longer belonged to a man you could reason with. It was a low snarl from the depths of a predator’s throat, marking territory in the middle of a siege. Sora backed away until his spine hit the damp, ice-cold concrete. He could see Vardan’s claws extending roughly, tearing into his own palms until thick, hot blood dripped steadily onto the floor. The air pressure in the room spiked, making Sora’s ears ring painfully.

The predator had become the prey. The tables had turned. I whispered, a dark, dangerous grin spreading across my face, "My turn to use lesson one." Triumph and something darker… something predatory rose in my chest. This was what victory tasted like. I didn't give him a single second to recover. I lunged through the dissipating smoke, my movements completely synchronized with Fenrir's predatory instincts now. We moved as one, hunter and prey, instinct and intention merged into perfect harmony. The copy tried to raise his hands to defend himself, but exhaustion had made him slow.

“Was it everything you fantasized?” he murmured, dragging a single knuckle down her spine making her wriggle. She gasped at the contact, It was maddening how gentle he could be or how gentle he chose to be, when he could have torn her apart the way she wanted to be torn. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “More.” His hand fisted her hair and yanked her head back harshly. “You like playing prey,” he said. “But the thing about being prey, sweetheart…” he bent closer, his breath hot on her ear. “…is that eventually, the predator gets hungry.”

For a single second I’m confused as to how so much anger can make a person stiffen on the spot. Then I see him, the predator prowling towards his victim, towards his prey. I’ve never seen this side of Pierce, never seen the true alpha trait that he embodies, that he seems to keep satiated when I’m in his presence. This version of him, which was pure predator, made my blood run cold. “You would dare strike your own Luna?” His voice is demonic as his green eyes bleed out into a dark forest green, almost black. Gone is that pearly white smile, instead fangs of a hunter are flashed at Annabel.

"Every single one of them. Their captain literally blackmailed my best friend into a fake relationship. The bar is underground." She got a very specific look on her face that meant she wanted to argue about Tyson specifically and was stopping herself. "That's different..." "Is it?" I tilted my head. "It's...." She stopped. "That's not what we're talking about." "Sure we're not." I rolled my eyes. "We're talking about your situation." She pointed at me. "Well at least you shaved a few days ago so you weren't completely unprepared for the universe's plan."