Predator Writing Novels & Stories

And it had seen Maxine. The Predator was a rogue wolf, something that acted on its base instincts: hunger. It was the worst kind of wolf: dangerous and unpredictable. And it had already killed tonight. Alph knew he couldn't let it harm Maxine, but fighting it would be risky. He was strong, but the Predator was desperate—and desperation made it even more dangerous. "Don't move," Alph whispered to Maxine, his voice barely audible. "No matter what happens, stay behind me." Maxine didn't answer, but Alph could feel her tense, her breath coming in shallow, rapid bursts.

She shouted, and they all cheered. "What's predator?" I asked, although no one but Kaden heard. "You pick a paper. Predator or prey then if you're a prey, you hide. When a predator finds a prey, they are to scratch them, and the prey with the most number of scratches gets hurt of course and has a penalty also." Kaden exclaimed and just then, a paper was thrust into my hands. And when I looked at it, in it were the bold letters, PREY. "Reveal your statuses." Maria bellowed and everyone showed what was written on their papers.

Jumping won't kill us, but it is more likely to cripple our bones for a while, it'll take almost five minutes to heal from such injury, but I'm sure the Predator will heal in less than a minute. “You jump,” I say, on sighting the Predator. “Mel! Jump.” I shout to her but she remains still. “No, It's either you jump or we jump, but I'm not letting you do something crazy, I know you don't love your life but guess what?....... I hate my life too” Mel gasp as the predator jumps out of the forest. He growls and points his sharp nails at us. There's one thing for sure; he's not going to stop until we're dead.