The Predator By Runyx Novels & Stories

Seraphina ran. No, she sprinted—faster than she ever thought her legs could carry her. The night was alive with the sound of her frantic breath and the pounding of her feet against the forest floor. Her heart thundered in her chest, each beat screaming Run, run, RUN! Behind her, the predator loomed, closing the distance with terrifying ease. The big bad wolf. The attacker. The hunter. The facade he’d worn so carefully—the patience, the charm, the restraint—had shattered. Now, he was pure instinct and raw power, and she was the prey

“You’ll never be safe with them, only I can protect you.” Raven recoiled, shaking. “This isn’t real!” Her wolf’s growl echoed. “Every path leads to ruin unless you embrace me.” The visions closed in with Axel bleeding, Reed’s desperate eyes, Malrik’s ember-lit warnings, Lyandra’s sneer, Lilith’s poisonous smile as Raven’s chest heaved and her wolf prowled closer. “Choose,” it demanded. “Be prey or a predator.” Raven’s heart pounded. She thought of Axel’s voice telling her she was stronger than she knew, she thought of the pack eyes, waiting for her to prove herself.

Right now, Ari needed to be held, needed to know that he hadn’t been abandoned, that his predator had come back for him. So I held him. Pressed my face into his hair, inhaled him like he was the only thing keeping me alive. Let my hands memorize the fragile curve of his back, the way his body fit into mine as though it had always been meant to. “You’re safe,” I murmured against his skin. “With me, you’re safe.” And under my breath, quieter, darker, so only the bond would carry it: And they’re already dead. Because Ari might not have named them. He might not have told me who. But prey doesn’t need to point out predators. Predators reveal themselves when they bleed. And I was about to make the

Mom said, her voice breaking, “I love you. I love you so much. But you have to run now. I promise I’ll find you. I’ll come back for you.” “Mom, please!” I sobbed harder, grabbing onto her like a child. But the sound of wolves approaching grew louder, snarls and the pounding of paws. Mom pushed me hard, her voice rising in desperation. “Run, Cal! RUN!” With a broken heart, I turned and sprinted into the forest. Behind me, I heard the terrible sound of my father’s final cry. I risked one glance back, and what I saw will haunt me forever. Alpha Damon stood beside the car. He yanked Dad out like he was nothing but a rag doll, and then, in a flash of teeth and claws, he tore him apart.

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 team, if Taiga wasn't counting himself.

The predator had become the prey. The tables had turned. I whispered, a dark, dangerous grin spreading across my face, "My turn to use lesson one." Triumph and something darker… something predatory rose in my chest. This was what victory tasted like. I didn't give him a single second to recover. I lunged through the dissipating smoke, my movements completely synchronized with Fenrir's predatory instincts now. We moved as one, hunter and prey, instinct and intention merged into perfect harmony. The copy tried to raise his hands to defend himself, but exhaustion had made him slow.

Alessandro. I had been running, literally toward this for months. Not just running from things, but running up, up in responsibility, up the greasy ladder that led to men like Carnito. My chest was still thrumming from the sprint when I stepped into the back room, palms damp against the strap of the bag. There were half a dozen of his men scattered around, faces like carved wood in the dim light. Carnito sat at the head of the table like a judge waiting to sentence or pardon, his presence flattened the room into an audience.

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.

After begging my dad for the 100th time to let me come back home for school, he finally gave in. Before the semester started, he warned me repeatedly. “There is an underground clique around campus. Every year, they single out one freshman who attracts too much attention and make that person their punching bag. “They are careful about covering their tracks. We’ve looked into them for a long time and still have nothing solid. Keep your head down and watch your back.” I nodded, then I remembered that I had recently joined the incoming-freshman group chat. I opened it and intended to ask if anyone knew anything about the clique, only to discover that someone had tagged me. [Damn, we found

That sound—she knew it too well. Predator. Between the trees, a pair of red eyes blazed in the dim light. The rogue wolf seemed even bigger up close, fur marred by ragged scars, bared teeth shining in the moonlight. His growl thudded through her, as if trying to shake her resolve loose. Panic twisted inside her, her wolf scratching to break free, but exhaustion pinned her down. He started circling, slow and patient. Each step felt measured, deliberate. “You can’t escape,” he rasped, almost laughing at her, his voice strange and too human.