The Predator By Runyx Novels & Stories

I may be selfish but if I tell her what I see, she wouldn't believe me. "Wait, I'll just go in the lake" "For?" She looks at me with a disgusting face. As if I did something bad. Hah, we do hate each other to some point "Yeah, whatever" "Call if you need help" "As if I needed you to protect me" "Sure sure" I continued reading the words written behind the map. 'A variation of wild noises, which were caused by birds and insects, added life to the forest, and were in harmony with the occasional howl of a large pack of wolf as they declare the dominancy of their wolfpack as the ruler of the Erhendem'

In one swift move, he pushed her arms up, holding both of her wrists with one of his hands above her head while his free hand found its hold on her collar as he tugged at it hard and her eyes flew open when the first two buttons of her shirt ripped. Her eyes clashed with those hollow silver pits. His face was just inches away from hers. Those eyes. The same eyes that held soft and gentle adoration for her were now brimming with malicious fury directed solely at her. The pupils of his eyes were dilated to such an extent that the silver remained only the rims. Lennox resembled the exact definition of a predator. Deadly, merciless predator and she was his prey. Tears that had brimmed her eyes e

It's worth it. Somewhere inside you feel the presence of a beast. He watched and waited, and his anger grew. He didn't like to hunt. He wasn't a predator, he didn't like being prey. He wanted to go back and fight whatever came after him. This somehow comforted Ragnar and he agreed with him. Running in the dark is no help, no worry, no fear. They simply paralyze him and take away his energy. Ragnar growled, realizing he had made a decision. There were some large stones nearby, and in the darkness was a large shadow. They provide immediate shelter from the wind and elements. He approached them and decided to set them on fire. And he waits. The flame flickered. The smell of wood smoke reached R

‘Run! Speeding off swiftly, just letting my legs run. The faster I went, the louder the breath behind me and the more evident it was that something was after me. “Faster!” I obeyed. “Fasterrrrr!” Like my legs weren’t my own, not minding the thorns and thistles, I ran against the tide. Feeling the sharp claws of my predator pulling back my right hand. The force behind it pushed me against the earth. Who is it? Breathing profusely especially as my eyes locked with my predator. A wolf in its full form.

Zach’s eyes scanned the invite and a familiar scent hit him. This year, however, was different. Whispers had reached his ears, whispers suggesting that a certain runaway might make an appearance. His runaway. The thought sent a thrill of anticipation through him, a dark excitement that bordered on mania. He had spent five long years tracking her, his anger simmering just below the surface, and his obsession only growing stronger with each passing day. Now, the hunt was about to end. He called for his Beta, Damon, a massive wolf with a scarred snout and a loyalty that ran as deep as the earth. "Damon," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "Prepare everything. We leave at once."

The set of glowing, deep crimson eyes ran beside me in the forest. The eyes weren’t human; they were animalistic with a predatory edge. I felt as if they could see right into the deepest parts of me. I wasn’t afraid though; somehow, I knew whatever held those eyes was not there to harm me. But just like every time I had this dream, as I ran closer to the predator beside me, dodging trees and jumping over rocks, right as I was about to see who or what held those eyes, I woke up.

A predator that had returned after centuries, and his hunt had begun. The boys turned to run, but it was already too late. The shadows shifted, darkness moving with a will of its own. Something inhuman leapt from the trees, swift and silent. Panic overtook them, voices screaming as they were dragged into the darkness. Branches tore at their flesh, roots ensnared their feet. The forest itself seemed to conspire against them. The last glimpse they had was of him standing tall, black hair falling across his shoulders, one eye burning like fire, the other cold ash. Blood stained his hands, body, and lips—but not a drop of fear in him. A predator perfected.

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.

Adrenaline slams through me, a flicker of life that makes the circle tense. The runes flare brighter, sensing their prey’s pulse in the earth. I try to call louder, but the circle chews at my chest with hunger. My limbs go light. I taste copper on my tongue. My vision swims silver at the edges.

The wind rushed against my skin, carrying the sharp scent of fear and damp earth. And something else. Predator. I broke through the trees and spotted him, Elias. The young scout was trapped, his ankle twisted in a tangle of roots. Panic filled his eyes as he struggled to free himself, his breathing uneven. Behind him, something moved. Large. Silent. Watching. The predator stepped into the moonlight, its eyes glinting cold and calculating. It wasn’t like the wolves we trained against. It was bigger. Heavier. Its movements were slower but deliberately dangerous in a way that made my instincts flare violently.