The Predator By Runyx Novels & Stories

I called over my shoulder Burney nodded and leapt what took me four steps to cover before disappearing through the broken pane. I stepped in after him and cringed, landing on top of the wet flesh of a Taken. Panic coursed through my veins as I stepped off its cooling body. All his wounds were glass related, which meant the shade was still here. I swallowed my fear and looked up.

His voice trailed off as he tries to think of what to compare the Predator with. “It heals like us” I complete his sentence. “How many more of the predator are out here?”. A shiver runs down my spine as Larry ask, but I try not to think of it, we are supposed to be the predator now we're the prey. “Larry is right” Xiao says.

"Now that I think about it, I have just what you need, actually." Jenny stepped from behind the counter and walked to the bookshelves lining the inside of the store. She climbed a wooden ladder, propped against it and took out a small booklet from the box on the highest spot It looked worn out and very dated. She descended the steps and returned, setting the book on the countertop. It was frayed on the edges, and the cover was made of brown leather. She flipped open to a specific page, and on the top of the chapter was a hand-drawn copy of the sigil for the Predators.

He changed his face, became more serious, and even began to look somehow older and more dangerous. “I admit, I eat a lot,” the guy looked carefully at the girl, watching her reaction, “because I’m a werewolf, if you haven’t realized yet.” At his statement, Anika let out a pitiful groan and rolled her eyes towards the ceiling, almost dropping the mop. Despite all the previous fun, fear instantly shackled the mind, and everything was confused in my head. It looks like the guy was saying this in all seriousness. And, given everything that was happening, there was no other explanation. And after this statement, she decided what alarmed her about him. The way he looked was reminiscent of a predat

"Harin?'' Are the rumors true? I mumbled to myself, leaning on the tree's bark again. Alpha Zeus of Panther Lord Pack, to which I belonged to. His long-lost brother, Harin who was claimed to be a runaway has sought revenge on him. ''Seize him!'' was what I heard. Who? I saw some wolves running in my direction the moment my eyes met theirs. I took to my heels but they were faster than I was. I try to flee, yet I was caught. *Is this my end? Will I see my family again?* I stop on my track surrendering myself to them. One shoots a dagger at me, and avoiding it I wave way to the side A wild man stomps my hurting foot hard which makes me scream in anger as I leap in pain. Is this a maniac?

His scent has gotten stronger, and the way my wolf was reacting to it was maddening. "Is there anything you'd like to have?" I asked the Predator when I was just within a few feet from him, "This may be a really small inn, but we should have a variety of food to suit your taste," Then, after giving him a once over. "I can see you've come from a far distance, and it seems you have more to cover. I will make sure you are well taken care of. My services are quite cheap." He glanced at me in his peripheral vision and I was startled by the colour of his eyes. Stormy grey and intense. I chuckled inwardly. If this was why my sister had stayed with him, maybe I could understand her plight.

I gawked at Arlo, “Arlo, please tell me everything you know about Alex's predators.” “Apex Predators are beings that occupy the highest position in power, strength, and abilities, making it the most feared and respected hunter. They possess abilities that surpass those of other supernatural creatures.” Arlo explained. “Other supernatural beings fear and respect an Apex Predator, often avoiding confrontations or showing deference. They can also adapt to various environments and situations, making them formidable opponents in any setting.” I nodded in understanding, “Thank you.” “Where's Gemma?” I asked calmly, trying not to think to avoid Arwan reading my thoughts.

Peripheral sight only. The wind shifted. The herd froze. And then chaos. Not from me—from the trees behind me, where something else crashed through the underbrush. The hares bolted in every direction. I spun, drawing my blade just in time to see the threat: a conjured predator, shaped like a lynx but with too many eyes. It snarled, blocking the path between me and where the herd had fled. So this was one of Dryden’s “unpredictable risks.”

She sat at her desk, filing her nails. "You guessed right," I replied, resting my elbows on the table. "What's the urgency?" Alessa stopped filing her nails and looked at me attentively. "I found out their names," she said. I raised my eyebrows, wondering how she figured it out so quickly. She continued when she saw my confusion. "The new boys, the blond one is called Basael, the redhead is Kanael, and the dark-haired one is Afael. Isn't it weird? Everything ends with 'ael.'"

Looking for me. I let my eyes reflect the moonlight filtering through the trees. Let them glow with that eerie gold color that marked me as predator instead of prey. One of them saw me first. His entire body went rigid. “What the hell is that?” His voice cracked with fear. His companion turned, following his stare. When he spotted my glowing eyes watching them from the shadows, the blood drained from his face. “Oh god. Oh god, run!” The second man’s voice rose to a near-scream. “It’s a beast! A goddamn beast!”