Predator Vision Novels & Stories

Quick and sharp, enough to make me freeze in my spot. Watching me, waiting for me, like how a predator observes its prey. Bright red eyes. And it’s emerging out of the alley, inching closer to me.

Whatever is in there, is capable of doing much more damage than anything that this man’s knife can do. The growl comes again, but this time, it is closer and louder. This is the sound of an apex predator instilling fear in its prey, freezing the prey in its tracks while simultaneously triggering the fight-or-flight response. But make no mistake, there is no fighting this predator. The prey can only run and hope to survive. And we, right now, are that prey. And that is when I see it. A gasp escapes me as the sight steals the breath from my lungs.

Redwood Pack After seeing Jimmy and General Nehan's past memories, Noura told the facial features of the perpetrator who attacked them to the werewolf, a sketch artist. There are a total of twelve preparators. They were currently headed for the Redwood Forest. Noura uses the power she just learned a few weeks ago. Noura and Vander have the same ability; that is, they can see past memories. The difference is that Vander uses his sense of smell, while Noura uses his sense of sight. Previously, Noura could only see past memories through the eyes of the creature she would see memories of; now, she can see through inanimate objects.

"The toxin will work within 24 hours, with no antidote. Want the delay agent? Then, get on your knees and start begging me!" Spettro lunged forward and grabbed him by the throat. "Where's the antidote?" "There's no antidote, only the delay agent. It's in my apartment," the technician said, wheezing. "But you won't make it in time." I calmly raised my hand and studied the red dot. "What toxin?" "A new type of neurotoxin. It starts from blurry vision, then loss of muscle control, and finally, respiratory failure." The technician coughed up blood but continued, "You won't live to see tomorrow's moon. The Donna's era is over."

, his thumb lightly caressed her cheek, “You can’t feel anything, the pain is lessened" “Does it remain that way?”. “No", he answered, “It doesn’t, only very few vampires can achieve that wholeness. It happens when they find their mates. Suddenly you feel the pain for two. You have a purpose, something to look forward to every day. Something to protect and to fight for, for as long as you live...”. She nodded in understanding. “There is also that predatory instinct that we can’t overcome", he continued, “The need to wield power, ultimate power, to exert dominance at all times...”.

I waited, patiently like I had all afternoon to spare until those lovely glassy eyes swept back to snag mine, "Hold it, boldly don't look away." Her fingers shook uncontrollably next to her milkshake. Her tongue peeked out to moisten her lower lips. "When that punk looks your way tonight you're going to feel exactly how you're feeling right now. Like a prey. A fawn spotted by a fox. Every instinct will tell you to look away. Your wolf will purr and cower." I squinted my gaze and made my voice drop, "You won't. You'll look him dead in the eyes, like you could devour him alive. You're the predator, not him. Not any man."

The set of glowing, deep crimson eyes ran beside me in the forest. The eyes weren’t human; they were animalistic with a predatory edge. I felt as if they could see right into the deepest parts of me. I wasn’t afraid though; somehow, I knew whatever held those eyes was not there to harm me. But just like every time I had this dream, as I ran closer to the predator beside me, dodging trees and jumping over rocks, right as I was about to see who or what held those eyes, I woke up.

Instinct screams at me to move, to run as fast as I can, but I have a feeling if I run it will chase me, and it will catch me then I'll be dead. The wolf-like creature stands up on its hind legs, thick with muscle. The monstrous thing towers over me easily. Its form looks too close to humanoid to be natural. Furry fingers spread wide with long, black claws that reflect the moonlight. Its golden eyes still staring down at me with predatory dedication from a wolfish face. I see three things in those nightmarish eyes; violence, pain, and my death.

Playing me in the way a predator would do to his prey. And if I wasn’t careful, his eyes, their eyes, would be the end of me.

The predator had become the prey. The tables had turned. I whispered, a dark, dangerous grin spreading across my face, "My turn to use lesson one." Triumph and something darker… something predatory rose in my chest. This was what victory tasted like. I didn't give him a single second to recover. I lunged through the dissipating smoke, my movements completely synchronized with Fenrir's predatory instincts now. We moved as one, hunter and prey, instinct and intention merged into perfect harmony. The copy tried to raise his hands to defend himself, but exhaustion had made him slow.