Predator Vision Novels & Stories

Good looks, great body, the mind of an evil genius. Why should three small years change any of that? He possessed the looks and power of a god. The hair, so black it gleamed navy blue in the light. The nose gave an arrogant image of him that was so true. The mouth, firm, set, perfectly drawn. And finally, the eyes. The eyes of a lion, a tiger, a sleek black panther. The eyes of a hard, cold, ruthless predator. Cruel and unforgiving. If her mouth had been up to it, it would’ve smiled, although bitterly.

I'd show him what home advantage really meant. The change rippled through me like silk sliding over steel, bones reforming with the familiar agony that always preceded the kind of violence that defined my true nature. Human concerns—mercy, restraint, the careful politics of supernatural society—fell away like discarded clothing. What remained was predator, pure and simple. Alpha wolf defending his territory, his pack, his mate from creatures stupid enough to challenge what they couldn't hope to defeat. I hit the tree line running, my enhanced senses mapping enemy positions with predatory precision. Blackwood had spread his forces thin, hoping to divide my attention between multiple threats.

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.

His skin was a bit rough and smooth with his stubble facials. “Raven, I can see clearly...I mean, my eyesight got intensified, like I can see at a very far distance. I can see every little thing, the tiniest thing. Is this how all wolves see? Can you see the little worm slowly passing behind this wet grass?” I pointed down at our feet, clearly looking at the warm move agonizingly slow.

He was beautiful. He was the most beautiful predator I had ever seen. There was no cruelty in his movements, no malice. Just the simple, honest truth of what he was. A hunter. And I was prey. He circled back to the front of the tree. Stopped. His head lifted slightly, and I caught a glimpse of his profile—the strong line of his jaw, the way his ears swiveled forward, the dark intelligence in the eye I could just barely see. Then he turned.

Having the power of vision that enables him to see things clear and sharp even if many miles away, he could see his enemies or living beings no matter where they are. He had company!

Wolves have excellent eyesight even when it was pitch black. The scent of his aroused mate hit him straight away. His cock, hidden inside his pants became painfully hard in seconds. His baby was waiting for him. With his wolf eyes, he was able to see what she was wearing, a pair of lacy bra and panties that hid nothing from him. He licked his dry lips, highly aroused.

“May I see Rita and then go?” “Of course, come along.” As Zuker led her back towards Rita’s room, she wistfully watched him, wondering what sick game the goddess had in store for her. It would be great to have a moment with her mum again so she could ask her as many questions as possible… she paused as she watched Zuker drift further down the hall. Her mother had told her the vision was triggered when an azure chieftain was marked; what if Zuker marked her as well?

Opening his eyes, Rex saw he was able to zoom in and out again, it had become quite a handy tool. ‘Concentrate on trying to find living beings and look again.’ Fafnir said. Bringing his breathing deliberate again, Rex focused on trying to concentrate on images of deer, elk and other things that would be edible. With what seemed like the change of lens across his eyes, his vision changed to picking up heat signatures. ‘This is awesome!’ Rex thought. Scanning his surroundings, he was able to pick up signatures that looked like rabbits with a deer not too far away. Now how to get them Rex thought.

He left the herbivorous animal zones and swiftly headed for the predator zones. Predators were inherently bloodthirsty and aggressive, and their combat prowess was significantly greater than that of herbivorous mechanical creatures, which was why Victor had decided to save them for later.