The Predator Novels & Stories

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

I'd tried to act tough and pretend I wasn't shitting in my pants, but I was, as I grew older, I realize that being a predator comes with a certain satisfaction. When you're lurking in the darkness, awaiting your prey you feel powerful, you feel satisfied when they flinch or pale when they see you, how they walk faster when they hear your footsteps. I've grown to love being a predator, which explains why I'm comfortable waiting in this darkness for him. I've made sure to disconnect his line, so he can't have access to any light when he gets here. It's been almost two hours since I arrived here and no sign of him, but that's okay. I can wait, I waited fifteen years, what's a few hours?

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.

“They’re everywhere.” “Yes,” I replied. “And nowhere officially.” He frowned at that. “So what do we do with that?” “We wait,” I said. “We wait and just you watch little brother. I promise, they’ll reach out soon. They always do.” He looked at me sharply. “You’re sure?” “They always do,” I repeated. “When predators sense another predator, they try to identify it. Sometimes they try to buy it. Sometimes they try to kill it. Either way, they reveal themselves.”

“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?”

Right now, Ari needed to be held, needed to know that he hadn’t been abandoned, that his predator had come back for him. So I held him. Pressed my face into his hair, inhaled him like he was the only thing keeping me alive. Let my hands memorize the fragile curve of his back, the way his body fit into mine as though it had always been meant to. “You’re safe,” I murmured against his skin. “With me, you’re safe.” And under my breath, quieter, darker, so only the bond would carry it: And they’re already dead. Because Ari might not have named them. He might not have told me who. But prey doesn’t need to point out predators. Predators reveal themselves when they bleed. And I was about to make the

It would allow them to toy with the pack while slowly disassembling it from the inside out. A true predator will enjoy the hunt more when they watch, wait, and play with their prey first. Since we both had a reason to end the pack, why not join forces and get Carissa the justice she deserved?

We are predators, and we thrive on the fear of our prey. I slowly crouched in front of him, taking my hands out of my pockets, resting my right elbow on my knee, and moving my right hand in his direction. I extended the nail of my index finger and put it at the tip of his wounded index finger of the right hand lying on the ground. He jerked again, but it only fueled my predatory instincts. “You will speak, or you will watch your body being cut apart bit by bit, layer by layer, bone by bone,” I added it calmly, slowly.

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.