The Predator By Runyx Novels & Stories

I even counted the ones on the ground, the ones who are still alive are more than ten and I do not have any idea where are they coming from. “Beware of your strength!” I warned them as we have to keep on fighting until we kill all of them. I wasn’t able to hear their response but I am sure they are doing what they know best, to hunt. “Do not run away!” I shouted and throw my spear directly into the werewolf running away. I got its left leg and I immediately run to finish it off. The werewolf raises its claws and desperately reached for my face but I evaded it and took out my knife and pierced it through its heart.

I groaned with disgust, “seriously Nyx, he and his friends, all are a bunch of bullies! The entire pack is terrified of them and this blacklisting tradition.” “He is cute.” she stomped her feet, thrusting her phone in my hand, “He is the alpha of this territory. Of course he can do whatever he wants” “I have never seen someone as evil as him.” I gritted out, “all he does is bully the people weaker than him and take pleasure in it. Only cowards do that.” “Nyx Jo!” The voice was scarily familiar. Nyx eyes met mine, and then widened. “I should run.” she whispered.

“You can’t escape from me, little bird. But it would be fun to watch you try. Run Nightingale, If I catch you, I fuck you.” I had to bite my lips to stop myself from whimpering at the dark promise in his gaze. If he got his hands on me, he wouldn’t be gentle and I hated to admit that I wanted him badly despite that. In fact, it seemed that his promise of being rough was what my body craved, even if the idea was crazy. I shouldn’t want this man to manhandle me. I read somewhere that it was wrong to run from predators. That automatically made them see you as prey, and it made them give chase. But against my better judgement, I turned and began to run.

Then, there is a shift in the air. The moon begins to ascend into the sky, climbing higher and higher signalling the time is near. Co-ordinators of The Run – mated wolves whose job is to keep us safe – climb onto the cages keeping the problem females captive. They are waiting for the gun shot to release us. Thankfully, the wind is blowing softly from behind us. I could not get any luckier with nature on my side. With my scent blowing away from the males and deep into the forest, I will be able to get away quickly and find a hiding spot that hopefully has gear or food for me to take. With a grin, I slowly climb to my feet and lazily stretch, preparing my body to run because my life depends on

In this quiet darkness, we listen to the fast-pacing march of clattering legs, building aggressive power in readiness to strike as soon as we perceive the threats’ breached our space. It grows louder, sounding like a sortie fleet is coming to subjugate the intruder that’s crashed into their territory. Without warning, something comes bounding out of the veil of the fog, projecting right into us. Runa moves quickly, missing by an inch as the big black bug splatters against the tree behind us. Runa sneers furiously, reverting to position and we see them. ‘Are they Crabs?’ I ask in a puzzled voice and Runa replies as she dauntlessly lunges forward, ‘Whatever they are, I’ll annihilate them all!’

Leaning casually against the stone archway like he never left. “Couldn’t sleep either?” he asks. “I could,” I admit. “But I didn’t want to.” He studies me, then gestures down the corridor. “Come with me.” I follow without question. The halls of Predator Pack are nothing like Ridge or Moonstone. The walls are carved stone but etched with moving glyphs, runes that shimmer faintly with silver-blue light as we pass. The air buzzes alive with something old and watchful. “You feel it,” Elias says, watching my gaze.

And it had seen Maxine. The Predator was a rogue wolf, something that acted on its base instincts: hunger. It was the worst kind of wolf: dangerous and unpredictable. And it had already killed tonight. Alph knew he couldn't let it harm Maxine, but fighting it would be risky. He was strong, but the Predator was desperate—and desperation made it even more dangerous. "Don't move," Alph whispered to Maxine, his voice barely audible. "No matter what happens, stay behind me." Maxine didn't answer, but Alph could feel her tense, her breath coming in shallow, rapid bursts.

If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black. The feeling of the pendant against her skin was both grounding and empowering. The cool touch of the silver filigree and the smooth surface of the gemstone provided a tactile reminder of her connection to her heritage and the protection it offered. The runes and symbols etched into the silver felt cool against her skin, their presence reassuring her that she was protected and that her powers were being kept in check.

Crueler. I stood underneath the timber, fingers wrapped around myself, trying not to collapse again. But then I heard something. A twig snapping. Not far. I ran quickly, my restless heart pounding. “Damien?” I referred to it as. No answer. “Brandon?” I took a step back closer to the cabin. Still nothing. Then, from the back of a tree, a figure stepped out. Not the girl from earlier. Not a person I’d ever seen. He changed into tall, wrapped in black, with a scar across his left cheek and eyes that didn’t blink.

I’ll drag you back bleeding. The second howl cuts off, replaced by a rustle in the brush ahead. Every instinct is screaming that I ran from the hunter, straight into the predator’s lair.