The Predator By Runyx Novels & Stories

Outside, the city sprawled in silver and neon, its skyscrapers flexing their muscles against the night, all oblivious to the predator perched above them, measuring their every secret. Nyxara perched barefoot at her desk, knees hugged to her chest, hair a wild curtain down her spine. The screens bathed her in shifting indigo and ultraviolet, painting her skin with ghostly shadows, warping her into something not quite human. Her eyes, sharp and unblinking, caught the light and reflected it—a warning, a promise. Somewhere deep inside, the wolf shifted, restless, hungry, its thoughts a rumble beneath her own. Hunt, it urged, low and insistent.

For one second I saw wings, wide enough to fill the whole street, glowing like embers against the night. My knees went weak. He was a dragon, and I was looking at the boy who used to share his bread with me. "Go," Jayden said in my ear. He had already shifted too, in part, his shoulders thick and his hands tipped with claws. "Stay close." The fight was short and terrible. Marcus tore the front door from its frame. Jayden went through it like a wall, and I heard bones breaking. A gun went off, but Jayden had the man by the throat before he could aim again. Two more men ran, and Marcus's fire chased them out into the dark.

Sierra was born into Blackridge, the greatest wolf-racing pack in the world. Everyone expected her to become a champion. Except, Sierra has never shifted. She has no visible wolf, no extraordinary athletic ability, and no place among the champions her pack worships. She was desperate to prove that being wolfless does not make her worthless. Then came the biggest sprint of her life. Sierra loses. Before the entire wolf world and the public, her fated mate, Alpha Jaxson Drake, publicly rejects her. He didn't care that the entire world was watching. Humiliated and devastated, Sierra disappears beneath the rarest Dark Moon in generations. That night, the wolf everyone beli

No brutes in sight yet and no other type of mutants insight, good. I made quick work of them with the bow. Before long I fell into the song and dance of killing mutants. They kept heading for the same spot at the school. Another group of biters made their way towards the spot. I killed all but one. It made it to where I started and began sniffing and pacing around.

LYRA'S POV He looks at me like he’s trying to see all the way through to whatever’s underneath. I don’t know if I can let him. This isn’t what I planned. I wanted distance, enough that Roman Ashford couldn’t find my scent on the wind if he tried. Instead I’m standing between the man who wants to sell me and the man who caught me running from him, and I no longer know which direction is safe. When we walk through the gates of North Ridge, every stare finds me and then slides away. I don’t belong here. That isn’t what keeps me awake.

KAINE’S POV It takes fifty seconds for my protection mark to appear. And it's only by thirty-nine, she finally stops resisting. *Great Hel. She’s too stubb—* The sudden, sharp pressure of her teeth sinking into my lip cuts my thoughts short. She actually drew blood. I lean back a little. Most prey would freeze when cornered. They would not bide their time, waiting for an opening to retaliate. They would not try to fight back. “How dare you? Let go of me, you beast!” she spits, her blue eyes blazing at me.

I read it quickly. Dear Dean, I'm sorry to write you this letter. My pack isn't safe anymore. The news about who I am is out and I will be hunted to the ends of the earth. I can't put you or anyone else at risk so I'm running. No pack would be strong or safe enough. I would die if I caused you or your pack harm. I wish things were different but this is my reality and I must make the right choice. Please find someone else that will make you happy that will be a good Luna for your pack. Please let me go.

He fell back to bed wanting to sleep some more, as he laid on his back, his eyes were fixed on the ceiling— he began to remember yesterday night on the roof, "Who's that girl!" Ryan whispered. He could see a flash of her cunning eyes, the smell of her hair was still fresh to his nose, the memory of how she tricked him and beat him up made him smile, "Damn!" Ryan decided to jump out of bed, he was still in his boxers and his broad chest was exposed, he was a masculine figure, his long arms were thick and muscled up, his belly was hard with a six pack, he walked on gallantly to the kitchen, his tiny boxers hugged his ass well, his legs were thick and hairy, his height made him look like a Demi

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

“You have lost to this wench, Lady Scarlet. And you, too, Lady Caroline. Just face it. Don’t force me to shed more blood here just to prove who I am. I may have lost my memories, but the red wolf’s blood still runs through my veins. I am no stranger to these things. My body still remember how to kill. And my beastly instincts are telling me to do it right at this very minute as a consolation after you ruined my dinner and after you blasted my eardrums with all the insults I didn’t deserve.” Scarlet’s body trembled. I didn’t want to do this, too. My daughter was just in the dining area, waiting for me to return. I didn’t want her to witness any of this. But if I didn’t act the predator, I wil