The Predator Novels & Stories

On Lina. The lead Archivist raised its hand, not towards us, but towards the predator. CONTAMINATED ENTITY. YOU ARE SCHEDULED FOR TERMINATION. The predator let out a shriek that tore at the fabric of the dissolving world. It wasn't a sound of pain, but of contempt. It saw the Archivists as the true enemy. And it saw us as its rivals for the prize. The scene erupted into a three-way battle. The Archivists fired beams of null-energy at the predator. The predator lashed out with claws that erased space, swatting an Archivist into a cloud of disconnected data. And throu

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?

But it curled down my spine like cold fingers. He stepped into view slowly, as though surfacing from deep water. Tall. Elegant. Shadow-woven. A presence rather than a full form. Like he was made of the absence of light instead of flesh. Avel stiffened. “You’re breaking the Accord,” he hissed. The predator smiled. “No one is watching us.” “That doesn’t matter.” “It does,” the predator murmured, “because she is waking, and you cannot hope to claim her alone.” My pulse fluttered painfully.

"I actually don't mind if they gossip about me. I'm not carrying my name, after all. What is more important to me is my comfort. If they want to talk about me, then so be it. At least I am sleeping peacefully at night." He walked closer, right in front me, then he crouched and put his hands on both sides of the sofa. I froze and lifted my chin to meet his brooding eyes. With our position, he looks like a dominant predator caging his prey. Predators are meant to be visioned by their preys as scary beings, and that preys would feel nothing but fear for them. I admit I feel a little fear for this predator, but I feel something else, something more dominant. I was nervous and uneasy, but this is

Convel’s POV This is the day every werewolf in our pack is waiting for; the festival of the red blood moon that only happens once every 10 years. Blood moon appears to be the werewolves’ source of strength during the great war centuries ago. “Convel!” I follow the voice, and it leads me to one of our dungeon guards. “Do we have any problem?” I take a quick look at the entrance of the dungeon, worrying if something happened. “Nothing happened, but the prisoner screamed so loud last night.”

In one swift move, he pushed her arms up, holding both of her wrists with one of his hands above her head while his free hand found its hold on her collar as he tugged at it hard and her eyes flew open when the first two buttons of her shirt ripped. Her eyes clashed with those hollow silver pits. His face was just inches away from hers. Those eyes. The same eyes that held soft and gentle adoration for her were now brimming with malicious fury directed solely at her. The pupils of his eyes were dilated to such an extent that the silver remained only the rims. Lennox resembled the exact definition of a predator. Deadly, merciless predator and she was his prey. Tears that had brimmed her eyes e

I snap at him. He does not say anything else. This time, Craig speaks up. "Is she the one?" I take my eyes off the huge monitor in front of me that displays the affairs of the pack. The monitor was created by the same witch, she was able to create it to watch the other members of my pack that are at the Evermore pack house. I turn to gaze at Craig with a raised brow. "What do you mean?" "I mean we all know Ella is not your mate. You seem to care about this girl a whole lot. Is she the one your heart yearns for?"

The silence in the chamber was absolute, heavy with the suffocating weight of decisions that could reshape the foundations of their world. Outside, the fortress held its breath. The pack, once loyal and structured, now shifted like sand in a gale, divided by rumors of the prophecy and the terrifying, god-like power that now radiated from their Alpha and his mate. The enemy packs, emboldened by the recent chaos, had gathered at the horizon like storm clouds, waiting for the crack in the alliance that would signal their moment to strike.

Violet There are two people. One is the victim. The other is the predator. The predator destroys the victim’s family, steals everything from him, and leaves him with nothing. Everyone calls the predator a monster, because that’s exactly what he is. But then anger grows. The victim finally decides he’s done being prey. He steps out of that role and chooses to become the predator instead. He hunts down the monster who ruined him. He kills the predator’s family, takes everything the predator loves, and giv

- KILLIAN - Fear. Even from a mile away, I can sense the fear of my prey. It’s very satisfying for a predator to witness the defeat of a victim before it’s claimed as a conquest. And right now, I am that predator, enjoying the trivial acts of my prey. I thrive on it. Dine on it even. And just at the right time, when I have her cornered, I’ll strike and leave nothing untouched. Hunting has never felt so divine.