Predator Stories Novels & Stories

But now… “Great! Now that’s done let me explain the rules of the new game. You are going to tell me a story. All you have to do is survive the story. Simple right?” Of course, it was not as simple. Anderson knew very well that anything concerning a demon would not be as simple. What was worse, this particular demon was very different. So, who knew what twisted game of story telling the demon had in mind? Anderson nodded warily at the demon’s enquiry. Whatever was coming he knew very well the odds would be against him as such he had his guard up. It was funny; He was rather feeling like the trapped one.

Under the heat of the sun, the predator pressed further, sweating, and the prey drifted backwards with agony, resisting. After a short successive push and pull display, the predator wiped the sweat on his forehead and squeezed again but the grasscutter responded with an intense force. Drawing away from the prey, the predator cleaned the fresh blood on his wrist. "Give me a sharp knife," the predator yelled. "It is too strong for me to kill. How is it possible to kill a grasscutter without using a knife or a machete?" A boy moved close to the predator and gave him a knife. "You can use this. It will make its death quicker," he said.

“Oh, Father, the thoughts I had about this man... they were really, really dirty. I took off my bra and showed off my tits to him. He seemed to really like it. His eyes glazed over; I was going to bury his face in them until he was out of breath…” I sucked in a deep breath. I didn’t know when it happened, but my zipper had come undone and I had slipped my hand inside my briefs. Caution had been blown completely to the wind. I didn’t care where I was, or that I had returned to a habit I’d struggled to let go of for years. All I knew was that I was painfully hard and I had to rub one off to Candy telling me, in that sweet voice, all the naughty things she wanted to do to me. At least it would

Her fingers replaced her tongue, plunging deep and fast while she sucked hard on my clit. Jake was stroking himself again, standing right beside us, his heavy balls swinging. “Fuck, look at you two. My stepmom devouring her own daughter’s cunt. So goddamn nasty.” Sarah lifted her head just enough to gasp, “Bring that cock here, Jake.” He stepped closer, and she took him back into her mouth while continuing to devour me. The sounds were obscene—wet slurping from her throat mixed with the filthy squelch of her fingers in my dripping pussy.

She flipped open to a specific page, and on the top of the chapter was a hand-drawn copy of the sigil for the Predators. "As far back as the 1400s, the Predators have remained very elusive," she began. "They started as a subsect of the Kindred, and before the Blood Pact came into existence, they operated as what they called Human Hunters. Even though back then, Kindred were able to feed on humans without consent, there were still regulations in place to ensure the survival of the human race. Of course, the Human Hunters didn't follow this rule, and the beliefs of this long-forgotten group can still be seen in the Predators today."

This time, she left everything to the God of her life and death. Dita turned around slowly out of fear, she closed her eyes. "Don't look down, raise your face," the guy took out his gun again, and raised Dita's chin with the gun. Making Dita almost pee her pants. "Don't kill me, I promise I won't tell anyone about this, I promise." Dita raised her two fingers to form a peace sign, with a terrified expression, her eyes still closed, not daring to open them. The guy was a little stunned at Dita's beauty, he felt his blood rushing violently, his heart was also racing faster, like he liked it? But, it's impossible for a psychopath to fall in love, right?

"Transferring during second year is such a weird time." "Some stuff happened at my last school, so my aunt told me to just transfer. Plus, my dad graduated here, so I thought I'd try it out too." "Did you get into a fight or something?" Crimson asked. "Please, I'm too scrawny to get into a fight. I'd instantly be knocked out." "Then can I ask what happened?" "You can't." I replied almost immediately. "I'd rather not talk about it." There was a bit of an awkward silence, but then suddenly, Scarlet looked like she lied down, but she actually fell asleep. "That scared me!" I exclaimed as I held onto my chest.

Slut! Shameless thing! It is really heartbreaking that most of the junior students look up to this tramp. Christabel, stop whoring around! Aren't you scared of getting pregnant at this your young age? You know how the society frowns at teenage pregnancy. This is just a friendly advice o. Y'all should stay tuned for more trendy news in CROWNSTAR HIGH SCHOOL. More news like this coming up soon. Yours truly, Anonymous. I didn't know who wrote this, but I must commend the person. Now, let's see how she would walk around the whole school.

NOTE: This story is from my book, STEALING THE LYCAN'S SON. I wanted to include this here for exposure and an addition to my collection of short stories. SO if you have added it in your library and read my book, STEALING THE LYCAN'S SON, PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE AND PURCHASE. Thank you! . . . . . CAMILLA I giggled as I jumped over a large rock blocking my path, and made my way past the pack border and towards freedom.

My scream tore from my throat before I could stop it. Theron was only a few yards behind me. I saw him freeze, eyes widening at the two predators. For one horrifying second, our eyes met. Then he backed away steadily. He turned and walked back toward the main group, leaving me there. “Theron!” I screamed. He didn’t stop. Terror flooded me. I raised my bow with shaking hands, but the lions were too fast. One leaped— A blur of black and muscle slammed into the first lion mid-air.