The Predator Novels & Stories

Chapter six- Plan gone wrong. Daywalkers are sensitive to light, Nightwalkers are sensitive to sound and smell combine with aggressiveness, but the Predator's formidability is what makes it stands out. Just as planned, we stay far away from the barracks then Larry launched the first explosive decoy which is supposed to attract the Predator. After the loud blaring noise. “Are you sure it's going to come?” Mel asks as we all watch the gate from a hill, afar.

"The central province. It is being attacked by the hunters. They have started the search of the prophesied one." "Dammit!" I curse. Picking up my jacket and leaving. I knew this will happen one day, but I didn't expected it to be so soon. A war was at its beginning, if not stopped right now. It will be impossible to stop it later. The search for the prophesied one has started ,and if the hunters get him before us. That day is not far when Hell will descend on earth in the name of 'The death wolf" ....... "What did the Alpha say?"

The creature would chase them until they were out of the labyrinth, or they would maul them to death, and she felt it. Zuker’s growl set her heart racing, and she smiled as she looked at him. He was a large wolf with black fur and an indignant glare. Then she whipped around and motioned for him to stop after they turned a curb. “On my mark,” she said to Zuker. With a growl and a sweet eagerness, he trotted towards her. Elyssa closed her eyes to listen to the wind and the creatures, waiting for them to hit the bend before she shifted. Keeping pace with her heartbeat, the wind hummed along with an ominous sound.

Animal Hunters could only handle Low Class Magical Beasts, whereas Thrashers could handle the Middle and average High Classes with relative comfort. Predators were the second highest combat force of this world. They were rare and highly sought after even in the cities. Predators could handle any High Class Magical Beast, and were strong enough to go against the power of Mythic Class Magical Beasts. Two Predators with good teamwork could kill a very strong Mythic Class without sustaining severe injuries. They were a very powerful force to reckon with.

He whispered angrily and threw a fist on the bed. He got up from the bed and decided to brush his teeth and take his bath. By the time he was done, the dreaded headaches had stopped, he vision was clear enough and he was all freshened up. He put on some work clothes and left for the kitchen. As he approached, he could hear noises in his kitchen, he paused, waited and listened to confirm his suspicions. He could hear footsteps and the clashing of his plates and other kitchen utensils, he decided that somehow a thief had managed to visit him. Immediately he grabbed his gun from the holster on his jean and cocked it. He began to tiptoe towards the kitchen; trying to make sure the thief would be

A predator and prey. I need to think as though I am a true predator and I shall become one. My bare heels slide upon the ground pushing me forward as I am hunched low eyes set on my target. The weakest link of the group the one that keeps wandering far. Gripping the knives tightly my knuckles prominent with the pressure I add I take a low quiet breath through my nose. Phobos follows my movements with him crawling as well upon the muddy floor yet he has somehow taken the lead without me knowing. He truly is a ghost.

He was sure even a whisper would alert the shadow he was looking at in the dark. What it was, he didn’t know. He was sure, though, that it was bent over to a lump, unmoving body of someone. The creature was groaning, but its prey was no longer in the defense. Adjusting to the darkness, it became a challenge not to make a noise when he took in the feature of the monster. It looked just like the ones from the movie he, and others before her, were so fond of binge-watching. “What is happening?” he whispered, tears racing down once again as he slowly moved back.

When he's done, he speaks through the holographic screen again. "I have changed the arena to resemble the predalion's natural habitat. I suggest using the environment to your advantage." When the Professor's head and the screen disappear, the predalion lets out another roar before crouching down. It then lunges at Chadd and me. Pushing Chadd out of the way, I shoot out my hands and catch the predalion before it can take a bite out of me. Still, with its strength alone, the predalion pushes me back. My feet skid against the metal floor as the predalion keeps pushing me. Pushing and knocking me into the ditch, I still manage to keep my hands up.

This time, faster than the first time. Prey. The predators in him stretched satisfyingly as he recognized prey. She holds his diamond ring, he is sure of it. Why won't she want to give it back? Doesn't matter. As far as it's in her possession, he will get it from her. If she wants to be chased, he will do so too. The thrill of the chase is exhilarating to a predator. His mate is about to find out what it feels like to be prey to a dangerous alpha predator.

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