Predator Writing Novels & Stories

In a world full of craving wolves, she couldn't roam around like an innocent rabbit in the den's of her predator because she knows it too well, that a certain big bad wolf is preying on her. Waiting to devour every inch of her body. But instead of devouring her in a torturous way, her predator devours her in a more pleasurable and sensual manner. And she's the prey that is a willing victim. She's a prey bewitching her predator with her innocence, making her predator, the big bad wolf, breaking the rules.

I asked him. "I will never bow to a witch. I will take pleasure in eating your heart since you chose to ruin my meal!" He spat back at me with an evil smirk. Yes, I could have easily done a killing blow, but I find a slight enjoyment in making the evil beings suffer a little. Plus, I get paid more if I deliver them alive. Mucelini here broke the law. Ghouls have centers where they can obtain flesh to survive. When several ghoul attacks started in the area and the Paranormal Enforcement Agents (PEA) couldn't find the culprit they called me. Freya Blackwood, paranormal bounty hunter. I take on hunting ghouls, vampires, werewolves, and other creatures of the night. I am the best of the best and

"Luna, why do you wince every time I glance at you? As Roman ran a finger down the contour of her jaw, his voice was gentle yet menacing. Luna didn't respond. Her pulse was pounding beneath her skin as she stood beside the huge wood table, tray in hand. His chamber seemed to breathe with him as the hearth's fire created asymmetrical shadows on the walls. The air was heavy and deep with the aroma of wine and wood. In order to avoid upsetting the predator observing her, every sense advised her to remain motionless. Roman's eyes were half closed as he reclined back in his chair. "You shudder," he remarked, almost idly. "Do I really scare you that much?" Forcing herself to get up, she placed the

Animal Hunters could only handle Low Class Magical Beasts, whereas Thrashers could handle the Middle and average High Classes with relative comfort. Predators were the second highest combat force of this world. They were rare and highly sought after even in the cities. Predators could handle any High Class Magical Beast, and were strong enough to go against the power of Mythic Class Magical Beasts. Two Predators with good teamwork could kill a very strong Mythic Class without sustaining severe injuries. They were a very powerful force to reckon with.

It is not just me being pulled. It is us. And the predator— The predator reacts. Not with confusion. Not with hesitation. With interest. Because now— There is more than one pattern to learn. And that changes everything.

For all the years I’d been able to maintain it, the thought of her, of who she was to me allowed the chains to unravel around my wolf. As he breached the surface, I slapped my hands across my face. There was no shame in who I was. But the terror I’d cause her would be too much to bear. Yet there was no ignoring her request or my response. As the shudders began within my body, the change in temperature, the first aspect of the shift, I kept my eyes closed and lowered my hands. The moment I lifted my head, she sucked in her breath. Predator. An animal that naturally preys on others.

Not because I was afraid. But because I was sharpening. Because I had made a decision. He would not get my love. He would not get my surrender. But he would get something else. He would get exactly what he deserved. And when that day came—when his guard slipped, when the pattern broke, when the rhythm cracked—I would be ready. He would never see it coming. Because predators, for all their cunning, always forget one thing: Caged things don’t stay caged forever. They learn.

Seriously, can’t he live without me even for a week? I was about to rumble more when I recognized the penmanship— a neat penmanship you’d only probably seen from humans who are too obsessed with their handwriting. Lycans, werewolves, and vampires are creatures who are supposed to be predators in nature. We had no business being all this systematic. All we ever cared about was who was the strongest. But all of those are stories of the past. We, too, are people who can live lives the way we want. I opened the scroll and read everything that was written. I can’t believe she had never mentioned why she was writing me a letter in this silly manner.

Under the heat of the sun, the predator pressed further, sweating, and the prey drifted backwards with agony, resisting. After a short successive push and pull display, the predator wiped the sweat on his forehead and squeezed again but the grasscutter responded with an intense force. Drawing away from the prey, the predator cleaned the fresh blood on his wrist. "Give me a sharp knife," the predator yelled. "It is too strong for me to kill. How is it possible to kill a grasscutter without using a knife or a machete?" A boy moved close to the predator and gave him a knife. "You can use this. It will make its death quicker," he said.