Predator Novels & Stories

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

Somewhere beneath the heartbreak, beneath the betrayal, beneath the ugly hollow feeling clawing through his chest— A predator's instinct stirred. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. And Julian was standing directly in the middle of it. The restaurant doors closed. The meeting began. And for the first time that night, Kain stopped thinking about what Tatiana had done. He started thinking about why.

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 Predato

"You just bit me!" "It's a claim," he said, crossing his arms over his bare chest. "Every female mate has one, and you have mine now." "Your claim?" I asked incredulously, still eyeing the closed up wound. "What makes you think you have the right to place a claim on me, or that I would even want it? I'm not your property!" He rolled his eyes. "You're my mate, that mark will ward off any mateless male wolves looking for a wife. It tells them that you are already mated," Adam explained.

The blood splattered on the ground, but it also could not lessen their anger and desire to kill people. “all of you, turn back, let’s chase her” The biggest guy spoke aloud in a hoarse voice. Each of his dragon tattoos on his neck and the back of his neck became wrinkled because of his anger. They continued to return to that place. Suddenly, a large animal blocked the way. It extended its sharp claws toward the group of people. One by one, they were torn apart in the middle of the forest, even the biggest guy. The animal looks like a big wolf. The animal smelled and it chased in the direction in which Lily was running.

“Uh, huh? Oh yeah. I’m, um…I’m fine,” I babbled, as if that big cat had my tongue. He stepped forward and looked off into the vegetation. “It’s gone for now, but you must be careful of predators out here,” he warned, meeting my gaze straight on. “Predators are always on the prowl. They’ll stalk their prey until an opportunity arrives to pounce and go for the neck with a fatal bite.” “I know,” I said. “The thought of anything biting me anywhere kind of freaks me out.”

The wind rushed against my skin, carrying the sharp scent of fear and damp earth. And something else. Predator. I broke through the trees and spotted him, Elias. The young scout was trapped, his ankle twisted in a tangle of roots. Panic filled his eyes as he struggled to free himself, his breathing uneven. Behind him, something moved. Large. Silent. Watching. The predator stepped into the moonlight, its eyes glinting cold and calculating. It wasn’t like the wolves we trained against. It was bigger. Heavier. Its movements were slower but deliberately dangerous in a way that made my instincts flare violently.

Alyssa said, looking pleased with her human pride. "Yeah, and other than that, there are predators and preys living in the same world together, and those predators survive by killing their prey for food, like lions preying on dears, birds, and maggots, or baleen whales and microscopic plankton, so the species that are best suited and having more advantages over others could become predators. Humans also have to consume other organisms for food though we're no longer hunting mammoths or tigers like in prehistoric time." "So?" Cammie asked and tossed a piece of ham sandwich into her mouth casually.

There is no use fighting it as my cousin’s Wolfblood washes over me. After his job is done, he settles on his haunches, like a guard, ears raised. River watches over me, makes sure I still drawl breath, and that no other predator in the forest comes for me. It is the circle of life, an injured predator becomes the prey. But my kin will not let anything get close to me in the forest on this night. Anything that dares to venture too close, drawn by the smell of our fallen blood, is warned off with a growl, and retreats into the shadows.

As though feeling the tension of being prey and me the predator, his gaze darted between the mouth of the alley and me, biting his lip until it was bright red. “I can fuck you up.” I loved fucking with terrified people. The wolf inside me paced in anticipation. I took a step toward him and he paled, shaking so badly the gun wobbled in his hand. “Stop it!” His voice rose to a scream. “I’ll kill you. I will!” “Try it.” I took another step closer. “See what happens.” His eyes widened like he thought I was crazy, and he wasn’t far off. When you’ve hunted for the mafia, killed people they didn’t want to bloody their hands with, and taken out whole families, nothing