The Predator Novels & Stories

I said, struggling to pronounce the word. She laughed. “Il Re del Ghiaccio is his nickname. It means the Ice King. His real name is Niccolo Romano.” My heart skipped in excitement. Finally! I had learnt Handsome’s name. “What does he do?” I asked trying to hide my excitment. “He is the vice president of PRESCO, his dad is the president. Haven’t you heard of the Romano’s?” She continued “You must have if you are from Massachusetts. PRESCO has a large headquarter there.”

“I see that.” “Then respect her.” His gaze drops. “I will.” We don’t speak after that. But for once, the silence between us doesn’t sting. It just settles. Quiet. Almost peaceful. …… SKULL – POV Fools. All of them. The Predator Pack celebrates. They parade their heir, open their gates to Moonstone’s Alpha’s son, and think they’ve won something. They haven’t won. They’ve invited death to dinner and set an extra place at the table.

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.

Stop denying I’m predator wearing protector’s face. And void nature surges immediately, overwhelming guardian identity. I’m suddenly starving with hunger that transcends physical need. Hunger to consume reality, to devour existence, to eat everything and return it all to void. My family is backing away as predator surfaces and I’m losing control faster than expected. “Seven days,” the Witness reminds everyone. “Survive her integration or she consumes you attempting it. Those are your options.” And I’m looking at my sons with void entity’s hunger mixing with guardian’s love.

“WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING? THAT WAS FUCKING A BEAR! IT COULD HAVE KILLED YOU! ARE YOU INSANE?!” “I.. I don’t think he wanted to hurt me.” He grabbed my arms and shook me hard. “HE’S A FUCKING PREDATOR! DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT THAT MEANS? HE EATS MEAT! HE HUNTS HIS PREY AND KILLS IT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE? YOU’RE MEAT AND PREY ALL WRAPPED UP WITH A PRETTY BOW! FOR CHRIST’S SAKE, NATASHA! DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?”

"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 blood splattered on the ground, but it also could not lessen their anger and desire to kill people. “all of you, turn back, let’s chase her” The biggest guy spoke aloud in a hoarse voice. Each of his dragon tattoos on his neck and the back of his neck became wrinkled because of his anger. They continued to return to that place. Suddenly, a large animal blocked the way. It extended its sharp claws toward the group of people. One by one, they were torn apart in the middle of the forest, even the biggest guy. The animal looks like a big wolf. The animal smelled and it chased in the direction in which Lily was running.

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

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.

Don’t you want to save your sister, mother, or do you want to just let them face the pain? Nalia's breath hitched. As she lost herself to him already, his words sounded like a piercing in her heart. She was unable to deny it; her body was failing her, yielding in response to his contact in manners which frightened her even more than all. You see, I am a predator, so I am told, she stated tautly. "And I'm your prey."