Predator Vision Novels & Stories

“We need every ounce of strength and determination we’ve got if we want to survive this.” “Uhm, am I missing something here? What vision?” Zaiden piped in. “Earlier, I had a vision of what was probably this upcoming attack. In it, I saw our pack slaughtered by hunters. They were well-armed and coordinated, and we didn’t stand a chance against them. It was a massacre.” “Way to go, kiddo. It seems you inherited your mom’s ability of foresight, but with an upgrade. Your mom can share her visions by touching someone. It seems you can do it without. Nice!” Zaiden cheered, giving me a high five.

Chapter six- Plan gone wrong. Daywalkers are sensitive to light, Nightwalkers are sensitive to sound and smell combine with aggressiveness, but the Predator's formidability is what makes it stands out. Just as planned, we stay far away from the barracks then Larry launched the first explosive decoy which is supposed to attract the Predator. After the loud blaring noise. “Are you sure it's going to come?” Mel asks as we all watch the gate from a hill, afar.

"Then let's go!" We began our operation by spreading out into a circle around the cabin. We were still able to see each other with our superior night vision. Werewolves are exactly like wolves in that we have a tapetum lucidum, a biologic reflector system. There was a reflective layer of tissue in our eyes that sat behind the retina.

They carried weapons that could cut clean through the attackers with one fell swoop, practically sharp guillotines. It didn’t take long to finally see the shimmer of glowing eyes coming straight at us through the forest. The moon, accompanied by thousands of stars, shone brightly above us, illuminating the dark night sky. Our eyesight was different in wolf form and the dichromatic vision had the trait of helping us see things better in the dark. The light of the moon was reflected on the white snow that covered the entire field. The wind started howling ominously through the leafless trees, shaking the snow from their branches, while the sound of hundreds of paws trudging through the forest

The monsters aren't just any kind of monster that would be scared after an ambush. The time had come to use an ability I discovered only a few days ago. Vision! The two wogs appeared to me instantly from another perspective and angle. The vision was preordained by Ghost as he pursued the creatures. Although the two monsters are running, all their senses are constantly monitoring their surroundings. Considering that these guys are possibly related to wolves, it makes sense that they have a keen sense of smell. That large snout of theirs does not appear to be a coincidence. It is fortunate that my stealth is showing its strength at this moment. While staying still as possible, I maximised the

Killing intent flooded the space—dense and suffocating, like a rising tide that surged into a violent tsunami crashing straight toward Evan. Nightingale, dressed in black, melted into the shadows. Only the cold flash of her dagger betrayed her presence. Butcher raised a sniper rifle nearly as tall as a man and unleashed a barrage at Evan. This time, he had even loaded internationally banned dumdum rounds, determined to kill in a single shot. Predator drove forward with a full-force punch—raw, destructive power paired with terrifying speed. Specter's visor flickered rapidly, analyzing and predicting Evan's next move as his body dissolved into shifting shadows.

Patience. Her eyes are scanning through the list with full fledged fear in them— Her body is stiff, like whatever move she makes would make me find her— Hunt her down. I can feel every predatory nerve in my body bristle just by the sight of her. It is hard to even imagine or comprehend there's a wolf inside her. She's such a mouse. Weak. Vulnerable. Mine.

- KILLIAN - Fear. Even from a mile away, I can sense the fear of my prey. It’s very satisfying for a predator to witness the defeat of a victim before it’s claimed as a conquest. And right now, I am that predator, enjoying the trivial acts of my prey. I thrive on it. Dine on it even. And just at the right time, when I have her cornered, I’ll strike and leave nothing untouched. Hunting has never felt so divine.

Geraldine takes out a deep and heavy breath before she responds to me. “Knowing that we have an extraordinary ability because of our strength to see a future scene is already a threat to some wolves, especially those who have evil plans against other wolves. They knew that a wolf with vision can predict what their plans are in the future, that's why they are hunting those exceptional wolves to be killed,” Geraldine answered. I gasped upon hearing it. My body started shaking when everything started to make sense to me. I looked at James, his eyes glistened with worries to me.

Logo’s Gondarian Eye, however, had become even more extraordinary after fusing with the Insightful Pupil—superhuman sight paired with astonishingly rapid calculation. As his pupil narrowed into focus, the entire world seemed to slow before him. Even the slightest movement of the Blackarmored Boar was captured with flawless precision. Within the Gondarian Eye, phantom afterimages of the beast appeared one after another. This was prediction. Wind pressure struck his face, carrying with it the stench of blood and beast, tossing his hair. Hooves loomed rapidly before his eyes, while those spear-like tusks split the air with a piercing shriek.