The Predator By Runyx Novels & Stories

"Run into the woods. Evade me. Close your mind from any obstruction. Know you are being chased by your predator." "What?" He is not smiling. What the heck? "Tick tock, human. You are a prey." His eyes flash red and his canine grow into fangs. Shit! I do not wait to find out if he is kidding or not as I sprint into the woods. For the life of me, I want to see tomorrow. Scratch that, I want to see tonight and eat pancakes and scroll through the goddamn internet even though I cannot use it to call out for help. Ugh.

I reached for the Original Choice. I took the Sovereign-Fang—the weapon that had grown from the Hunt, the Soul, and the Design—and I didn't strike the Apex-Alpha. I Struck the Hunger. I drove the blade of red-gold sinew into the "Natural Order" on the floor of teeth. I didn't try to save my dominance; I Embraced the Anomaly. "I AM THE PREDATOR WHO REFUSES THE BITE!" I roared, the White Light of the Origin erupting from my spirit not as a sun, but as a Tidal Wave of Raw, Un-Consumable Sovereignty.

They were large enough to crush a human skull. I looked down. The Alpha was no longer looking at a girl. He was looking at a God. He scrambled back. He tripped over his own boots. He fell into the dirt. He stared up at my white, pupil-less eyes. The Predator Aura was a physical weight. it flattened the tents. It made the guards' knees buckle. I growled. The sound shattered the glass in the transport's windows fifty yards away. It wasn't a noise. It was a subterranean vibration. It traveled through the ground, into the bones of every wolf in the clan. It rattled their teeth. It turned their stomachs to liquid.

She looked for the next threat. The street had become a slaughter ground. Winged creature bodies lay twisted, wings torn, black blood soaking dirt and stone. Scaled wolves lay ripped open at the belly, their armour useless against her precision. And the remaining attackers, those still alive, were scrambling away, screeching, flapping, fleeing like they had finally realised they were outmatched. Nyra hunted them down anyway. Fast. Efficient. Brutal. Movie-worthy brutality, because she wasn’t fighting like a scared girl defending herself. She was fighting like a predator born for this. Like her body remembered. Like her blood knew. And every time she struck, the golden writing on her forehead

For a pureblood noble who had commanded thousands of elite soldiers with a single millimeter tilt of her chin, she was completely outmatched by a four-pound Lycan pup. The little wolf, whom Astrid had officially named Runa, was currently sprinting across the hardwood floor on three legs, his splinted left hind leg trailing behind him like a wooden peg. His wound had been thoroughly cleaned with Carmilla’s medical supplies and healed rapidly by Astrid’s pure blood, leaving him with an explosive, unmanageable amount of puppy energy.

] [Major abuse will activate a Predator Overload causing temporary lost of control. [Extreme abuse will activate the Bloodlust Curse. The host will become a monster.] “Whoa! I didn’t know that skill abuse would come in different tiers,” she joked. [Predator Instincts is danger perception, it acts like the host’s sixth sense.] [You can detect killing intent.] “Understood. I’ve learned my lesson during the procession. I can’t be that careless especially now that Harakel is gone.” Nesca heaved a deep sigh as the image of her companion appeared in her mind.

She turned and left before getting lost in the crowd. ‘We need this, Hayes. Don’t let her ruin our appetite.’ Rhys advised. “I came here, didn’t I?” I groaned. I walked to the bidding table and picked up a brochure of the preys that were going to be available. I flipped through and they looked really enticing but one caught Rhys’ attention. ‘I want that one,’ he growled inside of me. “Let’s see the attributes. Shall we, Rhys?” I added. “A fast runner, poisonous and had been in solitude,” I chuckled. “This will taste really good.”

She closed her eyes as she let the tears flow freely down her cheeks, there was nothing she could do against these people. They were formidable and she was only their toy to play with as they deemed fit. Alessandro had made it clear today that he was not done dealing with her. She could not even being to fathom how he had ripped a man’s head off his neck, shattering bones and tendons with just his bare hands. She steadied herself on his shoulders as he quickened his pace. Her tears increased, her thoughts were confused, she could not think clearly but one thing she was sure of was that Alessandro was a predator, a very deadly kind and she was his prey...

She jumped past the gnarled root that was sticking out of the ground and just as she turned around the corner, an arm reached out to him to grab her by the waist. Reyna snarled as she whipped her claws at the arm that was reaching out to her. A dark chuckle rang out from her behind before the predator behind her, slowed down as a chilling voice called out to her, “ Run Reyna, Run. Don't let me catch you or else.” She gritted her teeth in agitation, well dang he was playing cat and mouse with her. She hopped off the spring that was flowing in front of her and then increased her pace but that didn't help her in fact her predator seemed to be enjoying this game of theirs.

The creature smiled, its loose, bloody lips curving so widely it stretched the bone of its face now sticking out of its cheek. He was about to lose hope when a man wearing a hood leaped from out of nowhere and attacked the zombie-like monster from behind. He didn’t know much of the details because his world was beginning to take a sharp turn, but he did see sparks crawl out of the man’s hand. Everything was surreal. All that was sure of was the need to get as farther away from there as he possibly could with his almost useless legs. Unmindful of how others would perceive it, he ran. He ran for dear life, as fast as his legs could take, knowing that if those shits chose to chase him, he’d be