The Predator Novelas e Histórias

And perhaps, if you see how necessary Omegas are, then perhaps, you will decide to help the cause. He doesn't say that part but I can hear it lingering in the air like poison. It's bitter to taste but I don't find myself hating it. Daxon growls slightly in pleasure at the fact that I am thinking of it. Why? Because it is true. I need a release somehow and I know how it would end if I keep fighting what I really am. A Predator who needs to hunt down prey to survive. I have fought these instincts after the event that happened many years ago but perhaps… Perhaps, it is time I stop beating myself for something that I could not control.

Somewhere beneath the heartbreak, beneath the betrayal, beneath the ugly hollow feeling clawing through his chest— A predator's instinct stirred. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. And Julian was standing directly in the middle of it. The restaurant doors closed. The meeting began. And for the first time that night, Kain stopped thinking about what Tatiana had done. He started thinking about why.

"Teaching apex predators requires apex predators. And the only one alive besides Adrian is the devourer itself." Adrian turns from the window. His eyes are entirely gold now. The black has retreated. The human part has stepped back. And what remains is something ancient. Something confident. Something that understands instinctively what it has to do. "Then I fight it," Adrian says. "Untrained. Unprepared. And I hope that my instincts are older than its hunger." "That's insane," I say.

Lucas spoke up, the hard look in his eye sending his cousin off silently. It took everything Chloe had to suck air into her lungs and not sink to the ground when Lucas took just a few dominating strides towards her. Being werewolf blessed Chloe with supernatural senses and yet the shadows of night and light of the moon only sharpened Lucas’ features even more. There was something wild and yet put together in everything about Lucas. A true apex predator who had fixed his sights on his latest prey.

“If he’s what I think he is, Grant… we’re not dealing with a rival. We’re dealing with a predator. And predators don’t walk away on their own.” Then I left the study, already thinking about the first move.

I'd commanded, and now I was a goddamn predator, pacing my gilded cage, waiting for my prey. I envisioned him, Tristan, stripped bare under my command. The image was a vibrant masterpiece painted on the back of my eyelids: his smooth skin flushed, his blond hair tousled, those haunted blue eyes wide with a mixture of fear and… something else. Something that fueled my hunger. I wanted to hear him scream my name until his voice was raw, a broken, desperate sound that only I could elicit. Footsteps. My heart leaped. I straightened, a predatory smile tugging at my lips. This was it.

Remembering I had my phone in my bra after this time, I pulled it out and started dialing. "What are you doing?" "Calling the cops. A predator, a panther, is on the loose." "All right...the TA position is yours. Anything else, Miss Vargas." He said through gritted teeth and eyes still potent with that golden shimmer I found intoxicating. Tread carefully here. To catch a predator, you had to think like one. I did want something else. I wanted him, but I wanted it to be all or nothing. He was going to be mine. But for now, I'll wait until the moment is right until he is begging to claim me. Isn't that what these animals did?

Stella rolled her eyes. I found myself staring intensely at her mysterious honey-brown eyes there's something behind them, a secret but it's well hidden. I guess I was staring at them too long because I found said eyes staring at me. "Did something bite you?" Always blunt and straight to the point that's Eva Raye for you'll. "No, why" I could hear the beep in Scott's heart he was lying. "Liar, what was it?" Eva pressed. "I don't know, okay? A mountain lion I guess" He said rolling his eyes.

"After the papers are signed next week, you'll receive the first anniversary gift from the Donna." Outside the window, the rain gradually stopped. The hunter had already closed the net, leaving the prey still sleeping peacefully in the gentle trap, unaware.

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.