Predator Vision Novels & Stories

The wind rushed against my skin, carrying the sharp scent of fear and damp earth. And something else. Predator. I broke through the trees and spotted him, Elias. The young scout was trapped, his ankle twisted in a tangle of roots. Panic filled his eyes as he struggled to free himself, his breathing uneven. Behind him, something moved. Large. Silent. Watching. The predator stepped into the moonlight, its eyes glinting cold and calculating. It wasn’t like the wolves we trained against. It was bigger. Heavier. Its movements were slower but deliberately dangerous in a way that made my instincts flare violently.

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

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

My vision flickered for a moment, and I felt a rush of energy surging through me as my instincts took over. It started with a tingling sensation in my eyes—my vision shifted colors, changing from brown to a piercing silver. I had never experienced the transformation before, and I’d fought for it for so long. Right now, with the prospect of violence looming over me and my life at stake, it unleashed.

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.

This thing was real. The moment it emerged, every supernatural instinct we possessed reacted. Predator. Not merely dangerous. Not merely powerful. Predator. It was humanoid, tall, thin and wrapped in darkness that seemed woven rather than worn. Its face looked almost normal. Until you noticed the eyes. There was nothing inside them. Not blackness. Not emptiness. Just....Absence.

He was a Slayer. The dragon tensed and snarled when it saw Temujin ahead, making a lone stand in an extremely uneven showdown. His right hand was crimped on his side and blazing like a torch. Without it, he would be lost in the suffocating darkness. He was like a faint candle on the edge of the world. The dragon didn’t mind the dark. Its eyes glowed yellow. Just like Temujin, it was capable of night vision. And a dragon could see a hundred miles ahead of it, close to if not surpassing the visual acuity of its ancestor breed, the Ri-Tatu.