The Predator Novels & Stories

“What's all this? You are my mate, what's going on? I saw you not quite long ago, but you were looking haggard and dirty.” Her brows creased into a frown, and she poured those beautiful red lips that looked so succulent in my eyes. “I don't know what you are talking about, but having a mate is not possible.” She replied. “I thought so too. I'm a…" “A Predator, I know.” She said calmly, looking me straight in the eyes. “I was made to be your destruction, so, there's no way I wouldn't know who you are.” “Made?”

She shouted, and they all cheered. "What's predator?" I asked, although no one but Kaden heard. "You pick a paper. Predator or prey then if you're a prey, you hide. When a predator finds a prey, they are to scratch them, and the prey with the most number of scratches gets hurt of course and has a penalty also." Kaden exclaimed and just then, a paper was thrust into my hands. And when I looked at it, in it were the bold letters, PREY. "Reveal your statuses." Maria bellowed and everyone showed what was written on their papers.

It was waiting for its prey to come out of hiding so that it could pounce. There was only one type of predator that waited out its prey like this, and they caused my fear to spike, as I have had my share of narrow escapes from this type of shifter in the past. They are ferocious and determined hunters. They are known for stalking their prey to the point of exhaustion. They thrived on the hunt—the long game for the prize in the end. A cat was hunting me.

Predator," it has successfully activated. There is a significant chance that a new talent will be formed through this fusion. "Predator" Passive — After devouring other creatures, there is a very small probability of acquiring excellent genetic fragments from the prey, which then merge with the user's own genes. … After reading this information, Logo’s expression turned peculiar. "Well, well. Gustavo has really become a garbage disposal? Not only did he inherit ‘Luck Deprivation,’ but even the soul poison from his previous life has been passed on to this unlucky fool?" "However, the combination of ‘Luck Deprivation’ and ‘Predator’ is quite a match. Once the luck attribute accumulates, a smal

"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."

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."

"We're dealing with a rapist who is impersonating a military officer." Steven forced himself to remain calm and stepped forward. "Commander Lawson, this man is a rapist. He's been impersonating Major Connor's husband and came here to cause a scene. "We're simply doing our duty to maintain order here at the army base. We couldn't turn a blind eye to his evil deeds, so we decided to teach him a lesson." "Who dares to violate the law like that?" Grandpa's voice boomed furiously. "I'd like to see who's the bastard that had the nerve to impersonate a soldier!"

“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.

After begging my dad for the 100th time to let me come back home for school, he finally gave in. Before the semester started, he warned me repeatedly. “There is an underground clique around campus. Every year, they single out one freshman who attracts too much attention and make that person their punching bag. “They are careful about covering their tracks. We’ve looked into them for a long time and still have nothing solid. Keep your head down and watch your back.” I nodded, then I remembered that I had recently joined the incoming-freshman group chat. I opened it and intended to ask if anyone knew anything about the clique, only to discover that someone had tagged me. [Damn, we found

"I know you're bored and you want an adventure, but he's not a detour. He's a dead end. He doesn't just break hearts; he destroys the capacity to have one. He's spent his whole life perfecting the art of the discard." "You really think he's that heartless?" "I'm his daughter. I've had a front-row seat to the demolition derby for twenty two years." She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "He's a predator. And predators don't fall in love with their prey. They just enjoy the chase until the meal is finished."