The Predator By Runyx Novels & Stories

Watching me. His black hair is damp, curling slightly where blood and sweat haven’t dried yet. His chest rises and falls with slow, quiet breaths. His arms hang loose at his sides - not aggressive, not exactly relaxed either. Predator still deciding if I’m prey. His eyes meet mine. Green. Unnatural. Bright. Wild. A shiver runs down my spine. He looks like a man carved from a prophecy - beautiful in a way that’s almost cruel. The kind of face you’d see in a vision before the world ended.

Azriel’s eyes snapped open, locking onto a pair of glowing, predatory eyes in the darkness beyond the window. Lupari. Shape-shifters sworn against his kind, wolves in form but cunning in mind. He had encountered them before, and he knew their reputation—they were swift, relentless hunters, and tonight, they were bold. Without hesitation, Azriel flung open the carriage door. His body hit the ground with feline grace, fangs bared, muscles coiled and ready. The Lupari surged toward him, snarling, teeth gleaming in the moonlight. Azriel’s hearing caught every sound: the snapping underbrush, the distant rustle of a predator circling, the uneven breath of the horses behind him. Each noise told a s

"I'm in a bad mood, Mia. And I feel like skipping the tutorial." "Let's speedrun this," I agreed. Dax kicked the service door open and walked out into the rain, not as a fugitive, but as a predator who knew exactly where the enemies were going to spawn. [NEW GAME+]

He looked down at the fallen 'god-killer', a terrifying, utterly unhinged smirk spreading across his face. The Apex Predator had found his prey. (End of Chapter 165)

“You might lead the pack, but you don’t own the blood that runs through these veins. I am the Luna. Unfortunately you’ve been chasing a prize, but you caught a predator.” Our wolf was supposed to represent our attitude, but Nyx was nothing like me. Calhoun let out a dry chuckle climbing off the bed, his naked form glistening in the firelight. He looked like a god of war, even with blood trickling down his collarbone. "His cock is so big!" Nyx screamed in my head. "A predator? You’ve been trembling in fear since you walked through those doors, Jinx. Your heart was drumming a caged mouse."

the predator continued softly, “that once you taste what you could be, you will never again want the weak, trembling, self-denying creature he has become.” My breath tore. “You’re lying.” “Am I?” He stepped even closer. “Or did you feel it? The moment your hunger bloomed, Avel broke.” I closed my eyes. His words dug in like thorns. “He wanted to feed on you,” the predator murmured. “You felt it. You saw it. He only ran because he was ashamed.” “He didn’t run.” “He begged you to run.” A soft, disdainful laugh. “Even weaker.” “Stop.”

Zayn gasped loudly and widened his eyes, which quickly turned red mixed with his honey, and fell to his knees, placing his hand on his chest in suffocation, whispering in terror. " Ardena!" He grabbed the ground weakly to hear the loud Mars snarl inside him screaming frenzy and fanaticism " This f*** did something to our comrade I will not have mercy on him" A shaky breath escaped his lips to stand up and run quickly out of the herd despite his sudden weakness As he runs, he immediately transforms into Mars who uses all his energy to run to become very fast! He went to the same place that I told him she would stay here to find her missing!

The mastery of the runes could bestow incredible power, but it also required a profound understanding of the delicate balance between light and shadow. Ronan, ever practical, noted that the scrolls spoke of a prophecy, a prophecy foretelling the return of a powerful entity, an entity who would either unite or destroy the werewolf packs. This prophecy, he realized, was directly linked to the recent attacks and the resurgence of the Obsidian Pack. The prophecy spoke of a time of great darkness, a time when the balance between light and shadow would be shattered unless the Lunaris and Solari could find common ground, a reconciliation that could only occur if they unearthed the truth of their sh

"Blood resonance? We’re talking about a man turning into a predator, not a chemical reaction. You’re telling us you found a manual for how to control a monster?" "It’s not just a manual," Obi corrected, his eyes finding mine. "It says that the 'frenzy'—the state you enter when the new moon hits—is fueled by the lack of an anchor. If the beast has no tether to humanity, it consumes everything in its path until there is nothing left. But if there is a... a specific signature present, the beast can be pulled back."

I could smell the powder from where I sat, unable to move. I waited for his next flat “Next.” Maybe it wouldn’t hurt much if I closed my eyes. Make it quick please, everyone else is gone. The shooter stepped closer still. When he got near enough for me to see his eyes, my stomach flipped. Grey eyes. Same stormy grey as mine. He froze, then lowered the gun a slowly but his gaze stayed locked on my face. Run. Throw the damn fork at him. Do something. My mind screamed yet my body had decided it was done taking orders from me. All I managed was a shaky inhale that smelled like copper mixed with rosemary.