Predator Novels & Stories

"Adrian's roar was a beacon. We felt it through paranormal networks. But the devourer felt it through something deeper. Something older. It recognized its own blood calling across the ages." "Adrian didn't cause this," I say. "No," Vess agrees. "But he's the only one equipped to stop it. Apex predators were created to hunt creatures like the devourer. Adrian is the first to awaken in three thousand years. And unfortunately, he has no training. No experience. And no idea how to use what he is." "Then we teach him," I say. "You can't," Vess says. "Teaching apex predators requires apex predators. And

I snap at him. He does not say anything else. This time, Craig speaks up. "Is she the one?" I take my eyes off the huge monitor in front of me that displays the affairs of the pack. The monitor was created by the same witch, she was able to create it to watch the other members of my pack that are at the Evermore pack house. I turn to gaze at Craig with a raised brow. "What do you mean?" "I mean we all know Ella is not your mate. You seem to care about this girl a whole lot. Is she the one your heart yearns for?"

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

It moves enough to form a large hole, and out from that hole comes a caged predalion. "A predalion," Chadd says, raising his hands. Chadd turns to look at me and I nod my head. With thick skin and an even thicker, almost unbreakable mane, the predalion is one of the strongest animals in the Wild. Walking on all fours, the predalion is not only fierce but also incredibly fast. "You two must work together to slay this predalion," the Professor shouts. "Best of luck." As soon as the Professor said that, the cage deactivates. The transparent bars that surround the predalion disappear. Once they do, the predalion quickly crawls out.

She gave Ashleigh's hand an affectionate pat. She enjoyed talking to the ladies. Their slow country accents made her feel right at home. As it grew dark they began to tell ghost stories. Mr. Jameson found his way to the porch and seemed alert. He gave her a hug and actually remembered to call her Ashleigh. "You be sure to stay with someone and don't go off in the woods by yourself. There are wildcats around here." "Okay." What the hell was a wildcat? Was it like a cougar? She didn't ask, she would just stay out of the woods.

She shouted, and they all cheered. "What's predator?" I asked, although no one but Kaden heard. "You pick a paper. Predator or prey then if you're a prey, you hide. When a predator finds a prey, they are to scratch them, and the prey with the most number of scratches gets hurt of course and has a penalty also." Kaden exclaimed and just then, a paper was thrust into my hands. And when I looked at it, in it were the bold letters, PREY. "Reveal your statuses." Maria bellowed and everyone showed what was written on their papers.

It was waiting for its prey to come out of hiding so that it could pounce. There was only one type of predator that waited out its prey like this, and they caused my fear to spike, as I have had my share of narrow escapes from this type of shifter in the past. They are ferocious and determined hunters. They are known for stalking their prey to the point of exhaustion. They thrived on the hunt—the long game for the prize in the end. A cat was hunting me.

CHAPTER 117: THE FEAST OF THE WRAITH The "Lagos-grit" had taught me that a predator is never more dangerous than when it’s cornered, but a Wraith? A Wraith is a predator that has already lost everything, which means it has no fear of the dark.

] [Major abuse will activate a Predator Overload causing temporary lost of control. [Extreme abuse will activate the Bloodlust Curse. The host will become a monster.] “Whoa! I didn’t know that skill abuse would come in different tiers,” she joked. [Predator Instincts is danger perception, it acts like the host’s sixth sense.] [You can detect killing intent.] “Understood. I’ve learned my lesson during the procession. I can’t be that careless especially now that Harakel is gone.” Nesca heaved a deep sigh as the image of her companion appeared in her mind.

The same photo I'd received before, the one I'd shrugged off as someone messing with me. But this time it feels different. Just then, a new message slides in. [THAT IS WHAT THE PREDATOR LOOKS LIKE WHEN HE GOES HUNTING. DO YOU THINK YOU’RE SAFE FROM HIM?]