Predators Novels & Stories

ly, and that underestimation cost them many life, the preys had shield made like wears, and were light in nature, they were made from the dragon, stone discovered a long time past, and it was kept in within the family of dogs, they had made a lot of iron tools with this stone and it remained, if the predators had worn one like it to the confrontation, things would have been different, though they were ready for a fight but the last try thought them a lesson that magics were not the greatest threat, the children of new world had developed a lot of weapons that if care was not taken, may wipe all animal race off surface of the earth, the meeting tool a long time

So far, I’ve never met a man who had successfully resisted the allure of a female wolf before. Just like Beatrix, the wolves were scattered even in the cities now. Most, if not all, of the establishments all over the country had aconites in their halls and garden. They were designed so splendidly that no one would think they were used as protection. But weeks after Serena’s death, we had found a way to lessen the impact of the aconites on the wolves. The Alphas and Lunas even showed immunity to it. And two years later, almost a third of the wolf population could now endure it. After that, the wolves had used every means necessary to gather intel from humans since wolves, like Vampires, had t

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."

He raised up one of the burgers towards Ava as an invitation. "No thanks!", she smiled. Ryan ate his breakfast comfortably with contentment. Ava adjusted herself on the seat across the table, she brought out the keyboard she had come with, then began to work on the computer in front of her. Ryan finished eating then cleaned up his table. He brought out a file containing the information he had gathered on the Jewel thief so far. He had been able to pin down all the robbery activities they’ve had so far, he knew there were three robbers— two male and a female who’s their leader, he could remember her face vividly. He knew that they only stole jewelry from the best of places and they had never

Oak said. “Yeah. That’ll be an awesome idea,” Rowan added. “Number one rule: always treat newcomers friendly. We need this skill to manage our pack efficiently,” Ash said to the teacher. The teacher looked convinced, and happy at them. He nodded his head in agreement and returned to his office. Oak’s phone rang. It was his father, Ethan. They had a conversation on the phone, which I couldn’t hear. He dropped the call and looked at me in disgust after a few seconds of the dropped call.

“It divided again when pressured.” “Yes,” Mara confirmed. “It’s minimizing loss. Learning.” Serik shook water from his fur, amber eyes sharp. “So do we.” Mara looked north, toward the clearing where the main spire waited, then back to the eastern river, where the fragment had receded. “The predator system is no longer a singular mass. It’s a network. Fragmented. Adaptive. Hunting along multiple vectors. But so are we.” Ardyn’s gaze hardened. “We’re no longer defending territory.”

A low growl rumbled through the pack, the sound of a hundred predators eager for the hunt. And the forest fell silent, holding its breath for the coming slaughter.

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

"That’s funny. Everyone knows she follows you like a lovesick pup. First thing in the morning, it’s always, ‘I love you, Harken!’" "Yeah, Harken, you’d better win in three days. We don’t want to end up stuck with her." Harken smirked. The glint in his eyes darkened as he stalked toward me, step by step. "Cyra, what game are you playing this time?" The crowd fell silent as he continued. "Everyone in this pack knows I killed a full-grown tiger when I was fifteen. You think there’s a single werewolf stronger than me?"

"Anchor." Beside me, Marcus drew a slow breath. Jayden's head came up. "It is a rare line," said the Ledger. "It runs in some families once in a hundred years, and often not at all. A person of the Anchor Strain steadies what is wild. A bear who would tear a house apart will lie down in her kitchen. A dragon will come back from the fire. A winged thing who has outlived his own name will remember it." The page in my mind turned, softly. "The first keeper had it. She was the reason three creatures who should have killed one another could stand at one door. You have it, too. Stronger than she did, I think. It is why the three of them have been so quiet around you, though they did not know the r