The Predator Novels & Stories

“It’s recalibrating. Fragmented further. Not destroyed — but… it’s learning slower.” Mara allowed herself a brief nod. “For now, that’s enough. We buy time. And in this war, time is the weapon.” The silver threads pulsed faintly, steadying across the river. The eastern basin was alive again, resilient, and connected. The predator had been tested, destabilized, and forced to adapt to the unexpected. Mara looked north toward the main lattice and the central spire. The predator system would regroup, reassemble, and evolve. But she had proven one thing: cooperation, mobility, and unpredictability could hold it at bay.

he warned, turning back to meet 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 gulped, my skin prickling. "I know," I said, trying to sound brave. "The thought of anything biting me anywhere kind of freaks me out." He shot me a look that was hard to read like he knew a secret that I didn't. "If you're not all right with fangs piercing your skin, you definitely shouldn't be out here."

"Besides, he's not doing anything, just staring at the ceiling last time I looked. I don't think he's as impressive as everyone thinks." "And what would you know? You're not even blooded in battle yet," the older man responded contemptuously. "Mark my words, the predator is calmest before his attack!" "Alright, alright. I'm paying attention," the boy sneered, clearly not taking the wiser man's advice to heart.

The predator had become the prey. The tables had turned. I whispered, a dark, dangerous grin spreading across my face, "My turn to use lesson one." Triumph and something darker… something predatory rose in my chest. This was what victory tasted like. I didn't give him a single second to recover. I lunged through the dissipating smoke, my movements completely synchronized with Fenrir's predatory instincts now. We moved as one, hunter and prey, instinct and intention merged into perfect harmony. The copy tried to raise his hands to defend himself, but exhaustion had made him slow.

Chester was in no state of mind to listen to Elizabeth’s pleas. His slightly trembling hand continued to grip her neck. His fingers were practically about to touch. "You can't do this to me!" Elizabeth said waveringly. "Are you begging for mercy?" Chester’s eyes flashed with sarcasm. "Give me one good reason why!" Elizabeth furrowed her brows. She didn't want to die yet! "I’m... I’m pregnant!" Chester’s gaze narrowed. This woman was not only evil, but a compulsive liar as well!

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

' he replied bracing himself . ' Two male children . They represent two different powers . One is destined to bring peace . He will rule the pack in your absence . The other is fated to start a war and must be banished tonight . He must be turned into an omega so he would never have the chance to bring chaos to the pack . This is the prophecy . ' the seer said then stood with her accomplices . ' And how do we know which one is one ? '

“Dm!” Windy felt scared when he had to hunt with Ezra; he involuntarily cursed. Since hunting with Ezra was very risky and laborious, it was not according to standard rules but special training. The prey they caught must not die; it must be alive. The prey they just caught will not be kept but must be released, and they have to track down the prey they have just seen. And that will repeat many times until Ezra stops.

Ajax yawned loudly, "You're very much attached to women, Zayn. Allegra is the prey, I'm the predator, and a good predator plays around with the prey before ending them. I was playing around with Allegra using my pack, the puppet and the witch. I was having one last fun before leaving this world and you walked into it unexpectedly. Now you've participated in the game, wasn't it fun? "

I waited, patiently like I had all afternoon to spare until those lovely glassy eyes swept back to snag mine, "Hold it, boldly don't look away." Her fingers shook uncontrollably next to her milkshake. Her tongue peeked out to moisten her lower lips. "When that punk looks your way tonight you're going to feel exactly how you're feeling right now. Like a prey. A fawn spotted by a fox. Every instinct will tell you to look away. Your wolf will purr and cower." I squinted my gaze and made my voice drop, "You won't. You'll look him dead in the eyes, like you could devour him alive. You're the predator, not him. Not any man."