Predator Vision Novels & Stories

1 — Prey Blood It waited to kill. On the sun-baked dry sand, hiding in the blades of the thin yellow grass, it laid. Waiting. Through its lacerating fur it could sense the vibrations being transmitted. Though they were still far off, the creature could sense it, distinctly and precisely. The rabbit sat in a reasonable distance from the creature, unaware it was about to meet its abrupt end. The creature's eyes glowed on its target, determining not only its direction and speed of movement, but also its weight. Every predator knew that weight was of cardinal importance when it came to their prey. The rabbit was fat. And so the creature readied itself. Giving chase meant a loss of energy that it

He didn’t read the rest; he didn’t need to understand it to hate it. “Pauly, what the hell is this?” Jack asked without looking up. Pauly angled the vial under his torch, eyes narrowing, brain already mapping molecule families he couldn’t see. “Prototype enhancement. Sensory pathways. Looks clean on the outside—what matters is the carrier and the dose curve.” “To what end?” Jack said. Sonja didn’t move her gaze from the jar. “Predator instincts. Give a man a tiger’s nose and a hawk’s eye, he’ll start thinking like a blade.”

Gavin staggered back, his head snapping backwards, his hand flying up to clutch his nose as a small, bright trickle of blood leaked from his right nostril. For a brief, terrifying moment, I swore his pupils expanded, swallowing the vibrant green until his eyes were pools of solid, feral black. And he looked at me like a predator… a lustful, starving predator, with an untamed and unkempt desire hidden in their depths. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly tight, and blinked. But when I did, his eyes were once more vibrant emerald pools. I must’ve imagined it.

A page‑cluster on one side stretched, thinned, and tore, leaving dangling strips of log, letters dripping off into nothing. It tried to swell—to loom. For a moment, it managed it. Its screens synced, their images aligning into something almost like a face: rows of teeth made of live feeds, a maw gaping; eyes stacked in vertical lines, all focused on me. Code‑filaments extended like claws. Predator. Then the lights flickered. Half those “teeth” froze on random frames. An eye row glitched sideways and turned into an error report. The whole structure collapsed back into its cluster of shards and paper, the illusion of a unified monster slipping.

A Predator. He was beautiful in the way storms were beautiful, untamed, wild and catastrophic. His frame was massive, muscles taut beneath his shirt. He had a noble face, sharp jawline and midnight-black hair that curled slightly at the ends. But it was his eyes that stopped her heart. Golden, not pale. A sharp, piercing, beautiful golden eyes that drew her in. It looked ancient, like it had stood the test of time. He wasn't afraid. He was intrigued. For the first time in her career and her life, Seraphina felt her pulse skip. He was watching her. Studying her. Feeling her. He took a step towards her, nostrils flaring slightly as if he was scenting her.

“Imagine being so strong that nothing could kill you, only old age. And the power to wreak havoc on a pack? And I hear the Predators get more and more stronger as the generations go.” “Yeah? Don't you know they have to kill their parents first before being able to live as a sole predator?” “Yeah. It's kind of sad. But, with the powers they possess, I think it's a really good thing. Imagine if we lived in a world where predators had families and each person embodied the predatory strength… That would be one bloody world.” “Of course it would be. Now, also imagine that the Predator's mate is pregnant. Obviously, her son will be stronger than the predator. And not only would he have predatory s

she whispered. Rowan’s jaw bunched into a hard knot. “They weren’t launching an assault on the mountain.” “They were counting my enforcers,” I growled. “They were counting you,” he added, his gray eyes darkening. A master hunter didn't drop his quarry on the first sighting. Sometimes, all the predator required was a visual map of how the prey panicked, how rapidly the alpha reacted, who stepped into the vanguard first, and who stayed behind to guard the den.

I gawked at Arlo, “Arlo, please tell me everything you know about Alex's predators.” “Apex Predators are beings that occupy the highest position in power, strength, and abilities, making it the most feared and respected hunter. They possess abilities that surpass those of other supernatural creatures.” Arlo explained. “Other supernatural beings fear and respect an Apex Predator, often avoiding confrontations or showing deference. They can also adapt to various environments and situations, making them formidable opponents in any setting.” I nodded in understanding, “Thank you.” “Where's Gemma?” I asked calmly, trying not to think to avoid Arwan reading my thoughts.

In one swift move, he pushed her arms up, holding both of her wrists with one of his hands above her head while his free hand found its hold on her collar as he tugged at it hard and her eyes flew open when the first two buttons of her shirt ripped. Her eyes clashed with those hollow silver pits. His face was just inches away from hers. Those eyes. The same eyes that held soft and gentle adoration for her were now brimming with malicious fury directed solely at her. The pupils of his eyes were dilated to such an extent that the silver remained only the rims. Lennox resembled the exact definition of a predator. Deadly, merciless predator and she was his prey. Tears that had brimmed her eyes e