Predator Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Every instinct screamed that they had underestimated the predator they attacked. I dove forward, claws slicing, canines bared. One staggered, but then.. it seemed to recover unnaturally fast. Wounds knitting together in moments. Especially fast for being slashed by a Lycan. A shiver ran down my spine. Something dark was controlling them. Something powerful.

Richard asks placing both of his hands on his waist and staring at me with a raised brow. I release a heavy sigh and regret what I am about to say but I say it either way. "I am the wife of Alpha Victor, the Luna of this pack. I think I demand an answer to every situation going on around me." I snap at him. Surprisingly for me, a few seconds pass by and Richard does not say a thing. I am about to repeat myself until I am suddenly interrupted by a loud laughter that echoes from Richard's big mouth. He clutches his chest tight and laughs out loud even though I can not exactly tell what the joke is or what is funny in what I just said. As hilarious as it sounds to him, it is the simple truth, n

I have a feeling he was mistaking for a male rather than a female wolf. I really wonder how I keep up with him. "I hate you man." "I know. Your story isn't common." We laugh at our words. Dark clouds disperse the once clear sky. I love when it rains. I love winter season too. *"Mama, I want to run around for a while." I see my little self clutching her arm.* *"You can darling." Her petite palm brushes my hair and I purr in satisfaction.* Rivers smacks my shoulder so hard that I regain my senses.

"Fucking predator." Her eyes dropped to the food...beautifully plated, steaming, fragrant...but her appetite had vanished. Mira leaned closer and mind-linked her, amusement laced with warning. ...If staring were fucking, you’d already be sore. Scarlet barely stopped herself from snorting. ...Shut up. This is not funny. ...It kind of is. He’s practically undressing you with his eyes. Scarlet’s jaw tightened. She forced herself to lift a fork. Then the Lycan spoke.

“After living with my pack-healer mother for twenty years, I can smell all diseases—especially pregnancy. You’re pregnant for that Darkmoon Alpha, and you dared to come into my bedroom with it!” First, I did not come to his bedroom willingly—he dragged me in. Secondly, pregnancy wasn’t a disease, even though it was my worst nightmare—or being mated to a half-mad, middle-aged Alpha who didn’t mind rape was my worst nightmare. Alpha Greg turned to pour himself a drink, and when he turned back to face me, his eyes were blazing with anger. “Get out of my room,” he bit out. “Go, before I decide to behead you for choosing to trick me like this.”

But none of them had ever felt as heavy as the one he faced the second he locked gazes with his mate. The pack sorcerer was right. He had a mate. Stranded in another pack and deluding herself with dreams of getting married to another man. She was right when she told him to head to the woods and search for her himself. But what he didn’t expect was to find her after barely twenty-four hours of searching, soaked in the rain, looking so helpless he couldn’t stop himself. Or the unexpected pull he immediately felt.

What did she mean by that? “Honestly, the thought of what’s going to happen to you makes me want to weep. Quinn, isn’t it?” She smirked, taking slow, predatory steps around me. “You get to share his bed, his space, his life, and you really think you've got something special, don’t you? Let me tell you how this story ends.” She leaned in slightly, her voice now dropping to a whisper. “Alpha Perrin is no saint. He’s a monster. A predator. And do you know what predators do? They play with their prey, make them feel safe... until the moment they strike.”

I scoff, shaking my head, “You can’t fool me, Corvin. Your instinct is to kill. You’re a predator, and I’m your prey.” “Yeah,” he mutters. “Unless our roles are now reversed, making you the predator and me the prey.”

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

“I’ll do more than scare her if you don’t start talking.” He looked at me really looked. Not angry. Not scared. Just… tired. “You think I’d hurt a girl to get back at you? You think I’m that petty? That small?” “You’re a predator . You’re mafia. When it's your family? You do what’s necessary.” “I do what’s right,” he said quietly. “And taking your girlfriend to punish you for breaking my sister’s heart? That’s not right. That’s weak. And I’m not weak.”