Predators Novels & Stories

"The hunters will ensure a sustainable balance between predator and prey, preventing overhunting that could upset the ecosystem. The caretakers will tend to the flora, preserving the delicate harmony of the land. And the explorers will venture into the hidden corners, uncovering any threats or changes that may arise." As the pack dispersed into their assigned roles, the hunters stealthily observed the patterns of the valley's inhabitants. They monitored the populations of prey animals, ensuring they were not decimated by excessive hunting. By working in harmony with nature, they maintained a delicate equilibrium, allowing both predator and prey to thrive.

Instinctively, it is done to be able to attract the attention of women. The predator clan is generally strong and agile, but they are very bad at small and fine details that require care and precision with high patience. Predators are certainly good at hunting. Their skills will be used as soldiers and bodyguards. While Herbivores have a very patient nature with refinement and precision. Therefore, they are on average farmers, tailors, potters, jewelers, and carvers. And, only less than ten percent of the Herbivore population has the ability to be a doctor.

“They’re everywhere.” “Yes,” I replied. “And nowhere officially.” He frowned at that. “So what do we do with that?” “We wait,” I said. “We wait and just you watch little brother. I promise, they’ll reach out soon. They always do.” He looked at me sharply. “You’re sure?” “They always do,” I repeated. “When predators sense another predator, they try to identify it. Sometimes they try to buy it. Sometimes they try to kill it. Either way, they reveal themselves.”

Brandon nods his head and settles down on the chair beside me. "Well, most times it is because of what a pack has that other packs want," Brandon replies. What thing do the other packs want? It seems like Brandon notices the confused look on my face because he clears his throat and smiles at me. "What I mean is that, for example. We might have something. Something very powerful that other packs want, something really special." Brandon says.

He was a predator, toying with his prey, delighting in the power he held over our lives. The place seemed to hold its breath, enveloped in an eerie silence that amplified the tension. The air was thick with anticipation, as if time itself had slowed down to witness the unfolding drama. My eyes darted back and forth between Clyde's menacing stance and Carmine's predatory smirk, unsure of what would happen next.

While speaking, she pressed her boot into my knee. Four soldiers pinned my limbs in place. Steven's belt lashed against the steel rods in my spine. Each strike shot excruciating pain through my body. The more I screamed, the harder they laughed. Just then, several military vehicles began approaching from a distance. Alicia's expression stiffened, and the other soldiers were stupefied. Wasn't the inspection supposed to happen this afternoon? Why was the convoy here ahead of time? Steven grabbed a tactical vest and a gun from one of the soldiers. As he stuffed both on me, he said, "Commander Lawson hates deserters. We'll just say that you—"

"They're being hunted." Swarming around the massive, crippled Crawler were shadows. They weren't the geometric, anti-matter Null-Sentinels. These were biological. Huge, heavily mutated predators born from the chaotic explosion of the Origin-Code. They looked like wolves, but they were the size of rhinos, their fur glowing with erratic pulses of blue sub-ether energy, their jaws lined with jagged, crystalline teeth. "Origin-Beasts," I whispered, the realization chilling my blood. "When I detonated the Void-Drive, the code rewrote the environment... but it rewrote the surviving wildlife, too. We accidentally created apex predators

I whispered, the name tasting like cold iron. From the black-emerald light of the Ziggurat, a hundred figures stepped out—not shifters, and not machines, but Primordial Predators of the Zero Cycle, their fur a thick, violet-black stardust, their eyes glowing with the carnal, prehistoric hunger of the ones who first broke the world. "Welcome to the End of the Food Chain, Darlene," the Leader of the First Pack growled, his voice a perfect mirror of Eryx’s own primal instincts. "It’s time to find out if the 'Queen' can survive the Wolves who made the King."

“Yes. No one offered to give him CPR. Esme had passed out. She doesn’t know.” “Fuck.” “Jake, evolution is a powerful force that drives a species’ survival, but also has checks and balances to ensure there isn’t overpopulation of any species. Prey/predator relationships exist as a mechanism to keep that balance.” “Hunters have a genetic predisposition to prey on enhanced species.” “Correct.” “Sebastian was a hunter. Esme instinctively knew the threat he posed to her and Adam.” “Yes. Hunters have preyed on witches the most since we are easier prey. Shifters are not excluded from their list.”

All manner of things of torture. I swallowed, watching what he was doing. He carried the gun, and moved closer to the man, making me gasp. I noticed the way his head turned towards me, and I immediately started running out. Thankfully, he didn't see me, but from this moment it was clear who he was. A mafia lord.