The Predator Novels & Stories

She closed her eyes as she let the tears flow freely down her cheeks, there was nothing she could do against these people. They were formidable and she was only their toy to play with as they deemed fit. Alessandro had made it clear today that he was not done dealing with her. She could not even being to fathom how he had ripped a man’s head off his neck, shattering bones and tendons with just his bare hands. She steadied herself on his shoulders as he quickened his pace. Her tears increased, her thoughts were confused, she could not think clearly but one thing she was sure of was that Alessandro was a predator, a very deadly kind and she was his prey...

If used properly, the Crusader could charge almost as fast as the Prowler, hit hard with its weapons and take cover behind its shield before an enemy could fire back. The ground shook. Three more mechs stomped towards us. Taewi's Predator was an original Canadian design created by Dan Stonewood. Intended to be Canada's answer to medium-sized mechs like the Valkyrie or the Goliath, the Predator was roughly three storeys tall and built to take a hit. The Predator's sleek emerald-green armour resembled the canopy of a fighter jet, and its weapons array was mounted at the apex of its curved shell. It moved across the battlefield lik

And when our gazes met for the second time, there was now a dangerous glint in his eyes. Unlike his mother, Luther was not acting like a prey, but a predator who had set its eyes on its next food. “Humans seduce wolves. They make our kind submit to them. Once you fall in love with a human, you will lose. I trust you, Alexandra. Do not lose this game,” my mother, the current Luna, warned me before I stepped out of my hotel room. The game had started the second I decided to show up today. Every place where the humans and wolves were in becomes a battlefield. This wedding ground was a battlefield in its own way, too. And when this ends, I will make sure that I will not be the one devoured.

I asked him. "I will never bow to a witch. I will take pleasure in eating your heart since you chose to ruin my meal!" He spat back at me with an evil smirk. Yes, I could have easily done a killing blow, but I find a slight enjoyment in making the evil beings suffer a little. Plus, I get paid more if I deliver them alive. Mucelini here broke the law. Ghouls have centers where they can obtain flesh to survive. When several ghoul attacks started in the area and the Paranormal Enforcement Agents (PEA) couldn't find the culprit they called me. Freya Blackwood, paranormal bounty hunter. I take on hunting ghouls, vampires, werewolves, and other creatures of the night. I am the best of the best and

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.

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.

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.

“Uh, huh? Oh yeah. I’m, um…I’m fine,” I babbled, as if that big cat had my tongue. He stepped forward and looked off into the vegetation. “It’s gone for now, but you must be careful of predators out here,” he warned, meeting my gaze straight on. “Predators are always on the prowl. They’ll stalk their prey until an opportunity arrives to pounce and go for the neck with a fatal bite.” “I know,” I said. “The thought of anything biting me anywhere kind of freaks me out.”

"If I disconnect now, your heart rate will redline. The tech is the only thing keeping your nervous system from collapsing under the shift." "I am a predator, Elara," he warned, his eyes flashing a brilliant, predatory gold as he pushed away from the door. He moved toward her with a predatory grace that no human could mimic fluid, silent, and terrifyingly fast. "My blood doesn't want a doctor. It wants a mate. It wants to claim everything in this room."

He stared in disbelief at the sight and blurted, "Holy shit!" One of the others quickly hushed him. "Keep your voice down, idiot. What if you wake her up?" Wilson was unable to contain himself, his voice thick with crude excitement. "She's definitely a slut. She's got a toy hidden under there." The moment he said that, the other men peeked under my skirt as well, their curiosities piqued. "No kidding. Is she that desperate? Then I guess we really do have to help."