Predator Novels & Stories

And it had seen Maxine. The Predator was a rogue wolf, something that acted on its base instincts: hunger. It was the worst kind of wolf: dangerous and unpredictable. And it had already killed tonight. Alph knew he couldn't let it harm Maxine, but fighting it would be risky. He was strong, but the Predator was desperate—and desperation made it even more dangerous. "Don't move," Alph whispered to Maxine, his voice barely audible. "No matter what happens, stay behind me." Maxine didn't answer, but Alph could feel her tense, her breath coming in shallow, rapid bursts.

Don't show even a flicker of uncertainty. Instead, I smile. The smile of a predator who's just spotted wounded prey. The smile of someone who knows exactly how this game will end.

I looked around for something or someone, then raised my gaze to the sky, clear, showing the stars and the huge full moon, illuminating me. I lowered my gaze to continue struggling with the key and my car, but then, I felt something pass over my head. I let out a muffled scream and looked in all directions. Could it have been a bat? But it would have to be huge, right? Because whatever flew over me didn't feel small. Maybe it's just an owl. A big one. My heart was pounding a mile a minute. After that, the key worked. I entered my car as fast as I could and drove away from there.

She lost consciousness again and woke up sometime later to the sound of loud screaming. “So, you found her on accident but what were you doing there in the first place?” Noah asked angrily. Lola recognized one of the hunter’s voices that was answering, “Some organization is giving out 10.000-dollar rewards for anyone who can kill a wolf that is twice the size of a normal wolf.”

I turned towards him quickly, breathing heavily. The wolf stared into my eyes. His yellow and black eyes were filled with rage ready to pierce his teeth into my flesh. His claw dug into the ground leaving small holes as he walked steadily towards me like a predator hunting its prey. With every step he took closer to me I dragged myself backward until my back was resting on a tree. I couldn't get further away from him. I cried knowing I was about to die now and no one will be able to save me. My eyes close shut and my lips shiver as he growls bringing his mouth wide open to my neck. "Human, what will be your last word when I kill you?" I heard the vicious beast

Pandora Being named after the one woman who unleashed the darkness and evil beings into our world just simply opening a box has never been easy, especially when I need to meet new people. They hesitate to talk to me and even look at me or towards me. I've heard rumors that I'm a witch's hybrid with a wolf, that I was cursed when I was born, and even that I was cursed because I tried to seduce the mate of a powerful witch, but none of this is true, and it also makes no sense, I never crossed the boundaries of the lands of the pack. But even if these unfounded rumors amuse me, after all, we realize how far people's imagination scans, I have my responsibilities, such as: doing my homework, afte

The creature would chase them until they were out of the labyrinth, or they would maul them to death, and she felt it. Zuker’s growl set her heart racing, and she smiled as she looked at him. He was a large wolf with black fur and an indignant glare. Then she whipped around and motioned for him to stop after they turned a curb. “On my mark,” she said to Zuker. With a growl and a sweet eagerness, he trotted towards her. Elyssa closed her eyes to listen to the wind and the creatures, waiting for them to hit the bend before she shifted. Keeping pace with her heartbeat, the wind hummed along with an ominous sound.

"You don't need to say anything, my dear. I only need to convince you to reject Daemon as your mate." A small gasp of surprise left my lips as he said that. "Why? Why would you say that? Isn't he your friend? Why would you want him not to be mated with his fated mate?" Wilder scoffed, a lock of golden brown hair falling towards his left eye. "Daemon is a Predator, the strongest thing the supernatural world has ever seen. First of all, he shouldn't even have a mate. That's a curse for all Predators, and he is the first one in history to have a mate."

She closed her eyes as she let the tears flow freely down her cheeks, there was nothing she could do against these people. They were formidable and she was only their toy to play with as they deemed fit. Alessandro had made it clear today that he was not done dealing with her. She could not even being to fathom how he had ripped a man’s head off his neck, shattering bones and tendons with just his bare hands. She steadied herself on his shoulders as he quickened his pace. Her tears increased, her thoughts were confused, she could not think clearly but one thing she was sure of was that Alessandro was a predator, a very deadly kind and she was his prey...

He had been hiding his fangs very well. But he exploded and revealed his true face tonight. If it was true that we share the same enemies, then this just meant that he had openly declare a war to his own father, the leader of their circle, and had put himself a step away from his grave. Because Duncan Sinclair was a psychopath. The Vice President, the elders in their assembly, and the rest of the humans, they were nothing compared to Duncan. We had been investigating the Governor for several months now. And last night, we finally proved our hunch. All the massacre that was going on not only in this province but in other provinces, too, whether they were humans or not, was because of him.