Predators Novels & Stories

He lowers his head to drink from the stream. He runs forward again, running towards the waterfall which is dominated by big and small rocks. Here you find pebbles, even bioluminescent stones at night. It is of great pride to have beautiful scenery within the pack territory. Olcan runs swiftly, stops abruptly as the water soaks his fur. He leaps as the water comes in contact with his now damp skin over and over and over. After the waterfall bath, I shift into my clothes heading to get some work done in the pack house.

"But you're not human?" "No. I'm not human." All of his attention was currently focused on me. "Nature needs a balance to create harmony in it, you learned this in school. Lions and deer, plants and pests, predators and their prey are needed to balance nature. This world also needs a balance, and in it humans have a position as prey." He paused to give me a chance to digest what he just said then continued, "Meanwhile, the predators are ... "

“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.”

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.

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.

The Apex Predators surged ahead 37–29. Taiga was livid, heart beating with rage, why was rei so strong? could it be his teamates weighing him down? he looked around, back straightening, Rin was pouring an abnormal amount of sweat in just second quarter, Takuri, although he looked composed, it was obvious he was nearing his limit, Maya? looked straight ahead, probably cooking up a new strategy.Arata was also spent, breathing heavily, compared to the predators whose members consisted of only elite primes Alpha types, with Kaito a registered Japanese Luna, the wolves were mixed with omega types and an Enigma making them a weaker te

The transmission cut into a burst of interference and then silence. “We caught pieces of it on three different bands,” Petra said. “Always the same structure. They’re calling themselves the Ash Covenant. Organized. Ideological. And they know someone else is out here. Us, most likely.” The room was very quiet when the audio ended. I let the weight of it settle before I spoke. “Distance estimates on the predators?” “Closest confirmed pack was inside a day’s hard travel of our outer sensor line,” Hari answered. “They’re ranging wider than anything we’ve seen. And they’re not afraid of suited humans.”

His gaze drifted over Apollo, lingering for a fraction of a second on the faint, luminous golden hue still clinging to the edges of the hybrid's irises. "Predators are common in the badlands, little wolf," Caspian said, his tone smooth, conversational, and utterly devoid of warmth. "Every scavenged hound and rogue alpha thinks they're terrifying until they catch a high-frequency pulse to the spine. Survival isn't about how sharp your teeth are. It's about what you're willing to sacrifice to stay alive."

Every single thing in the forest stopped. Not a gradual quieting — a sudden, absolute cessation, as if someone had pressed a hand over the mouth of the night. The rogue above her froze mid-motion, one paw extended, its jaws still open but the sound dying in its throat. Around her she heard the rest of them go still — that specific, electrified stillness of prey animals registering a frequency that operated above conscious thought. Every predator in this forest had just recognized something more dangerous than itself. Serena held her breath.