Predator Novels & Stories

It sees its bipedal predator but it can no longer run. The bipedal predator approaches the boar with what seems like a somber expression. The bipedal predator looks around. The boar was confused about what it was doing but in the end, it could do nothing. The bipedal predator hides its long pointy stick and pulls out a sharp rock instead. The boar tries to make a sound but its dry throat prevents it from doing so. The bipedal creature kneels and whispers a few words that seem to calm the boar. Then the boar feels its neck gets cut as the pre

She couldn’t help smirking. “You’re so caught, Damonq. You only pretend you’re a tough guy.” He caught her arm at the elbow and began walking along the dock, back toward the small canoe tied up there. “You worry me, Elina, that you choose not to see all of me. You have never looked into the things I have done for my people.” “The things you were forced to do to keep our world safe?” She stole a quick glance at his face. “The things I chose to do. I was born a predator, sívamet. I am still a predator, and I will go into the next life a predator. You cannot mistake me for anything else.” He stepped

"You were the predator," Pim retorted, finally pivoting in her chair, her face a mask of cold, exhausted fury. "But you were the predator inside a fenced enclosure. Every kill you made, every enemy you dismantled, was just protein for Mother’s political growth. You fed the beast, and now it’s grown large enough to swallow the entire city."

Jasper asked cheekily. Dr. Chloe smiled knowingly. “That's a good analogy. I like that. It shows that you are a realist.” She commended. “ However, we live in a world which is littered by predators. In the process of avoiding Predator A, it is very likely that the prey runs into Predator B.” She continued. Jasper heaved a sigh and leaned back into his chair. He watched the doctor quietly.

Stop denying I’m predator wearing protector’s face. And void nature surges immediately, overwhelming guardian identity. I’m suddenly starving with hunger that transcends physical need. Hunger to consume reality, to devour existence, to eat everything and return it all to void. My family is backing away as predator surfaces and I’m losing control faster than expected. “Seven days,” the Witness reminds everyone. “Survive her integration or she consumes you attempting it. Those are your options.” And I’m looking at my sons with void entity’s hunger mixing with guardian’s love.

Damien didn’t hesitate. "A long time ago a Vampire who had been alive for many, many, years, ran into a small girl. When he looked into her eyes he realized that she was his gifted mate. A gifted mate is a precious and rare gift from the gods. Something to be coveted as very few Vampires ever get to have one. The Vampire watched the girl as she grew up, making sure she was safe, just waiting for the right time to reveal the truth. The girl and the Vampire could never truly be together though, because she was a Hunter, like yourself, and he was a Vampire." Damien said. "What does it matter if they are different species, or if she's a Hunter and he's the prey? Love is love right?" I asked, but

He was a predator, toying with his prey, delighting in the power he held over our lives. The place seemed to hold its breath, enveloped in an eerie silence that amplified the tension. The air was thick with anticipation, as if time itself had slowed down to witness the unfolding drama. My eyes darted back and forth between Clyde's menacing stance and Carmine's predatory smirk, unsure of what would happen next.

Whatever is in there, is capable of doing much more damage than anything that this man’s knife can do. The growl comes again, but this time, it is closer and louder. This is the sound of an apex predator instilling fear in its prey, freezing the prey in its tracks while simultaneously triggering the fight-or-flight response. But make no mistake, there is no fighting this predator. The prey can only run and hope to survive. And we, right now, are that prey. And that is when I see it. A gasp escapes me as the sight steals the breath from my lungs.

I'd tried to act tough and pretend I wasn't shitting in my pants, but I was, as I grew older, I realize that being a predator comes with a certain satisfaction. When you're lurking in the darkness, awaiting your prey you feel powerful, you feel satisfied when they flinch or pale when they see you, how they walk faster when they hear your footsteps. I've grown to love being a predator, which explains why I'm comfortable waiting in this darkness for him. I've made sure to disconnect his line, so he can't have access to any light when he gets here. It's been almost two hours since I arrived here and no sign of him, but that's okay.

Xavier looked at him with the same thought in his mind “I know, I can see her too” Xavier said to him “Oh my. I guess that we are both insane” Jared said to him “You are not insane. I need the both of you to stop Louis before that thing kills her. Whatever she brought back is not me. There is no dark side of me that would ever be that evil. What she brought back is one of the mistakes of the witches of the coven. It is called the predator. It watches it’s prey and takes account of all her weaknesses and strengths. When it finally gets all the information it needs, it would kill it’s prey leaving no trace behind” she said to him