Novel & Cerita Predator Writing

Right now, Ari needed to be held, needed to know that he hadn’t been abandoned, that his predator had come back for him. So I held him. Pressed my face into his hair, inhaled him like he was the only thing keeping me alive. Let my hands memorize the fragile curve of his back, the way his body fit into mine as though it had always been meant to. “You’re safe,” I murmured against his skin. “With me, you’re safe.” And under my breath, quieter, darker, so only the bond would carry it: And they’re already dead. Because Ari might not have named them. He might not have told me who. But prey doesn’t need to point out predators. Predators reveal themselves when they bleed. And I was about to make the

KAINE’S POV It takes fifty seconds for my protection mark to appear. And it's only by thirty-nine, she finally stops resisting. *Great Hel. She’s too stubb—* The sudden, sharp pressure of her teeth sinking into my lip cuts my thoughts short. She actually drew blood. I lean back a little. Most prey would freeze when cornered. They would not bide their time, waiting for an opening to retaliate. They would not try to fight back. “How dare you? Let go of me, you beast!” she spits, her blue eyes blazing at me.

A predator and prey. I need to think as though I am a true predator and I shall become one. My bare heels slide upon the ground pushing me forward as I am hunched low eyes set on my target. The weakest link of the group the one that keeps wandering far. Gripping the knives tightly my knuckles prominent with the pressure I add I take a low quiet breath through my nose. Phobos follows my movements with him crawling as well upon the muddy floor yet he has somehow taken the lead without me knowing. He truly is a ghost.

I gawked at Arlo, “Arlo, please tell me everything you know about Alex's predators.” “Apex Predators are beings that occupy the highest position in power, strength, and abilities, making it the most feared and respected hunter. They possess abilities that surpass those of other supernatural creatures.” Arlo explained. “Other supernatural beings fear and respect an Apex Predator, often avoiding confrontations or showing deference. They can also adapt to various environments and situations, making them formidable opponents in any setting.” I nodded in understanding, “Thank you.” “Where's Gemma?” I asked calmly, trying not to think to avoid Arwan reading my thoughts.

“What I'm saying is… I know that we are all tired of the unpredictability of the Predator who can decide to destroy this pack if he feels like it…" That sentence caught them right where she wanted, and she smiled an inward satisfied smile. “But, you actually can't blame him because it is his nature to do so.” Then, after a pause, she said with glinting eyes. "I may also decide to do that if I feel like it. It's my nature. “So…" It was Zoya who spoke this time, her expression even more defiant than it was. “What are we to do to stop them from creating more monsters like you and the predator?”

, 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...”.

He didn't get the joke, but she seemed to think something was funny. "Oh my!" She said with a clap of her hands, which brought everyone's attention back to her again in strength. "Let's save some time, almost every predator has a shifter form. Some non-predator animals also exist, and there's also mimics that can change their form at will. That I'm giving away for free, remember my kindness."

ROMAN'S P.O.V There are two kinds of hunters in this world— The impulsive carnivores, fueled by their hunger, lunge at the first scent of blood, and they're bound to miss. And then there are the true predators. The ones who lurk in the shadows, camouflage with nature, wait in silence as they study their prey, learning their every move, every twitch, their weakness, the rhythm of their breath. They don't rush; they strategize. We own our prey, and the moment we strike, it's once and it's destruction

- 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.

“Uh, huh? Oh yeah. I’m, um…I’m fine,” I babbled, as if that big cat had my tongue. He stepped forward and looked off into the vegetation. “It’s gone for now, but you must be careful of predators out here,” he warned, meeting my gaze straight on. “Predators are always on the prowl. They’ll stalk their prey until an opportunity arrives to pounce and go for the neck with a fatal bite.” “I know,” I said. “The thought of anything biting me anywhere kind of freaks me out.”