Predator Novels Novels & Stories

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An ivory knitted blanket was folded neatly across one arm, as though someone expected to return and finish a chapter after a quick walk. You have her eyes. The words kept circling back, pacing around my mind like a caged animal. A murderer doesn't spare a witness because of her eyes. Eyes don't stop bullets. Eyes don't change anything in a world where families get slaughtered over dinner. I pressed my palms to my temples, trying to force the thoughts out, and moved toward the bathroom. Survival first. Always. I had read enough novels to know that the heroine usually missed the obvious because she fell apart too soon. I wouldn't do that.

When we weren't training, she made us spend all our time in the library. “Is it wrong to read those books?” I asked. “No. It's never wrong to read, sister.” She cupped my cheeks softly. “But the power in reading is knowing which information you can weaponize and which one to ignore. The lies in books are just as much as the truth.” I nodded, already committing her words to memory. She sighed and drew closer to me. “Remember this, Eloise. No one out there is your friend. They're all enemies waiting to strike you the minute you let your guard down. Use every weapon at your disposal to destroy your enemies before they destroy you. Always make the first move.”

continued the judge, “but if you find her, you will not kill her. You will capture her alive, and bring her back to us. We would rather enjoy killing her ourselves, and watching her die slowly. She will be a perfect candidate for the Games.” Kyle felt himself seething with rage. The Games. Of course. That was all that these sick, old vampires ever cared about. He remembered now. They converted the Coliseum into an arena for their sport, pitted vampire against vampire, vampire against human, vampire against beasts, and loved to watch them all tear themselves to pieces. It was cruel, and in his own way, Kyle admired it.

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This time, faster than the first time. Prey. The predators in him stretched satisfyingly as he recognized prey. She holds his diamond ring, he is sure of it. Why won't she want to give it back? Doesn't matter. As far as it's in her possession, he will get it from her. If she wants to be chased, he will do so too. The thrill of the chase is exhilarating to a predator. His mate is about to find out what it feels like to be prey to a dangerous alpha predator.

“Your Luna-to-be is supposed to be my mate. As a matter of fact, she was supposed to be my wife and not that of the Alpha. But as we all know, your Alpha believes he can have everything he would ever want, including my mate.” Wolves muttered words. That was what he wanted. Wasn't it? “He took her from me, knowing fully well that she was mine and mine alone. Or can two men share one mate? Tell me about it, wolves.” “No—” a lot of them muttered. “That's what I thought when I came back from a trip I went on because of Annora, only to see or hear she was pregnant.” Wolves shouted. Kairel continued, a triumphant smile on his face. “This child does not belong to me because the woman and I never ha

Flashback I stood in Lizzy Volkov’s kitchen, grabbing a glass of water for my boss. Back then I was Astrid Grey, a devoted secretary to a female billionaire. She was a ruthless and cunning businesswoman, but what the world didn't know was that she was also the leader of a powerful Russian gang. As I reached for the water glass, I heard muffled voices coming from the study. I recognized Lizzy's voice, but the others were unfamiliar. Suddenly, the tone of the conversation changed, and I heard a loud crash followed by a scream.