The Predator By Runyx Novels & Stories

Overwhelmed, and without a second thought, I shifted into my wolf, tearing all the clothes I was wearing, and jumped out of the window, running into the dark night. Operating on instinct and adrenaline, I sprinted out of the pack’s territory. I had just been caught red-handed killing the man’s father, and deep in my gut, I knew the sentence for that was likely death. Even as a part of me hesitated, something scratching deep within me, tugging me back to that wonderful-smelling man, I ran. I knew I had to run. So that’s what I did. I ran into the woods and didn’t look back. ***

Their eyes glimmered with a malefic light, revealing their true nature as they prepared to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting nation. The Black Wolves bore a distinct mark of their predatory nature. Etched upon their bodies, each member possessed a sinuous tattoo, resembling a coiled serpent with piercing crimson eyes. The mark adorned their bare arms, a visible symbol of their allegiance to the pack and their dedication to the impending destruction they sought.

I could feel the wind blowing back my hair, stinging my eyes and bringing tears to them, could feel the wind tossing my clothes back, yet I persistently ran. "Ouch!" I hiss when I abruptly ran towards a deep part of a forest and the first thing that greeted me was a branch to my face. Nevertheless, I still keptt running. My arms and legs were sore, and the side of my face was red and burning from the slap, but I didn't stop Suddenly, a large animal pounced Infront of me. I froze, and stepped back, staggering and falling on my bottom in the process when I realized it was a werewolf.

My eyes scan the note left by Tate. Laina, Sorry for intruding on your things, but you were in a deep sleep. I hope you like this new purse. I thought it would suit you. Tate I sigh with relief and a bit of giddiness as I look inside the purse, noticing my wallet and booklet of numbers inside. Tate has a notorious name in the werewolf community as a ruthless wolf who demolishes and massacres packs that anger the Blood Alpha. But... this big bad Alpha wolf seems to be a softy when it comes to me. Putting the note away in my purse, I continue to explore the room.

"Before I kill you." "Rush Balista, Leader of the Hunter Warrior Clan." He smiled as he took a step forward. "Now, you... are... mine." He leaped for me, but I grabbed him by the collar and threw him through the sliding glass doors. Glass crashed outward with him, splintering into the living room as Rush fell backward off the balcony, followed by his partner. They both flailed their arms and legs in the air as they fell hard onto the grassy courtyard. They got up, and then other members of Nightshade saw us and pointed up. They started climbing the side of the Compound, headed toward us, roaches crawling after fresh meat.

But he was met with only a sinister laugh. “Why should I? I fight better in the dark.” And then there was a swoosh, like when an eagle dives down to catch its prey. Remus was able to dodge on time and he saw a glimpse of a wing with a sharp single claw at the end. He was sure that Saxe wasn’t a Vampire just yet. He didn’t smell like one. But how is it that he seemed to have taken the form of one?

I might be one of the most powerful alpha heirs in existence, but I was not delusional and egoistic enough to believe that I could fight off a thousand rogues on my own. So, I quickly shifted into my wolf form and started to run away from them as fast as my paws could carry me. And as I fled, I mindlinked Xander and Nick to warn them of the danger that was about to ravage the city and undoubtedly leave it in bitter ruins. “They’re coming. They’re coming. They’re co—” “Who the fuck is coming, Xander? And why do you sound like you’ve ran a marathon?” Ace cut me off, sounding impatient and worried at the same time.

He was a predator, and I was his prey, caught in the snare with no way out. There was a darkness in them that sent a jolt of fear spiraling through me, a darkness that promised pain, retribution, and a twisted pleasure that only Rune could deliver. I couldn’t look away, even as every instinct in my body screamed at me to run, to hide, to do anything but meet that gaze. But it was too late. He had me pinned with just a look, and in that moment, I knew, this wasn’t just about punishing me for running. This wasn’t about putting me in my place.

THE LUNA SERIES BOOK ONE: THE RUNAWAY LUNA PROLOGUE Maddison felt the icy raindrops hit the smooth layers of her skin through the flimsy white sundress but none of it mattered. She needed to get away as far as possible from this wretched little town. The rain soaking her to the bone didn’t bother her at all and neither did the starless night. Her feet picked pace against the roadside of the desolate street. She glanced behind her, the approaching car with lights at full tilt as more pain shot through her body as she closed one hand over her bleeding wound on the right side of her stomach. God forbid if the knife had penetrated deep enough. This was absolutely not the time to think; it was t

Chapter 11: The Power of the Pack Emilia and Ryder sprinted through the dense forest, the silver-haired woman’s sinister laughter echoing behind them. Their hearts pounded in sync, driven by both fear and determination. As they ran, something primal and powerful surged within them. Ryder felt it first, a burning sensation spreading through his veins. His muscles tensed and expanded, his bones shifting and realigning with a raw, intense energy. With a guttural growl, his body transformed, fur sprouting along his limbs as he dropped to all fours. His senses sharpened, the forest around him becoming a vibrant tapestry of sounds and scents.