Zootopia Predator Novels & Stories

Its eyes were two horizontal slits of Neon-Blue—the cold, unfeeling light of a system that had finally found its target. The Predator’s Logic The Hunter-Julian didn't roar. It spoke with a voice that sounded like a thousand voices speaking in unison—the compressed audio of every "Julian-File" ever created. "RED-ZONE DETECTED. QUARANTINE BREACHED." It raised a hockey stick made of Obsidian-Glass. With a flick of its wrist, it sent a "Logic-Puck" screaming across the lawn. The projectile didn't hit Elara; it hit a nearby park bench. The bench didn't break—it Un-rendered. It turned into a wireframe model for a split second before vanishing entirely.

This was something he was equally interested in knowing. “Don’t let anybody else hear you say that ... the boss is fine. He’s recovering like Superman. You’ll get a hole in your head for questioning that. Just stick to your job and keep your eyes and ears open ... Xander and I will take care of the rest, right?” Joey turned to Xander. He was silent. It was a question that didn’t need an answer. “See? He’s a stone-cold motherfucker ... nothing bothers him because we know what’s true ... Lombardo is numero uno, and whoever says we’re not are the ones who want power change ... traitors ... and you know what happens to traitors?”

Zander: Are you awake? Me: Yes. Zander: I'm sorry for what I said at the party. Me: It's okay. Why are you awake? Zander: I was hungry. Me: We were having raccoon issues. Zander: That's funny. Me: We finally caught Rocket. Zander: Who's Rocket? Me: The large male. Zander: Did you catch Groot, too? Me: Not yet. Zander: Do you want to hang with me tomorrow?

Olivia explains. "I see." "Simply put, the most influential quarry is the beast in the red zone," said Ariana. "Will it be safe?" asked Olivia. "You're worried about Zayden? How sweet," Ariana chuckled, much to Olivia's surprise. "That ruthless man can be worrisome too, huh?" she chuckled. "But don't worry, he even caught a black jaguar with a very rare tiger-like pattern. He's scarier than a wild animal," Ariana said.

I stuffed my carrots back into their bag. Dante. I couldn't seem to stop dwelling on him. Zander said that although he had been an innocent child once, he'd become a predator. He had fooled us all. He'd created a fake identity to enroll in school and then wormed his way into Bobby's group at school. And then, he'd bided his time until I'd foolishly stepped into his car. He'd attacked both Bobby and me, zapping us with his other superpower, his soporific touch. The simple brush of his hand had shut out our lights, leaving us unconscious and completely defenseless.

“But so will you. Run all you want, Gazzy. I’ll catch you.” “Let go,” I said, pulling free. “I hate you, Zion. This changes nothing.” “It changes everything,” he said, his voice low. “You’re my mate. I’m interested now, more than ever.” “You’re a predator,” I said, backing away. “This is just a game to you.” “Maybe,” he said, smirking. “But I always win my games.” “Not this one,” I said, turning to run drills. My body wanted to stay, to touch him, but I fought it. “Focus on hate,” I said to myself.

Unaware, she did so. The music was blasting, and they were already buzzed by the time we arrived. Zaria was holding my arm tight as we watched them from the side. She was an observer like me. Reads the room and watches their behavior, like a predator. She is not a witch, not a shifter… definitely a predator; I know the look. We sense things, sometimes before they happen. Zaria was not flashy—just the opposite, humbled and quiet. Valerian, she whispered, I thought Darius liked…

"Is someone onto us?" Zion's gaze flickered up to meet mine, his expression troubled as he shook his head. "No," he replied, his voice tinged with unease. "It's... something else." I narrowed my eyes at his cryptic response, a sense of foreboding settling over me like a dark cloud. "Well, spit it out," I snapped, my frustration boiling over. "What's so important that it couldn't wait?" Zion took a deep breath, steeling himself before he spoke. "The pigeon," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's not just any ordinary bird. It's been trained using unnatural powers to find me specifically, to deliver messages meant only for my eyes."

"Harin?'' Are the rumors true? I mumbled to myself, leaning on the tree's bark again. Alpha Zeus of Panther Lord Pack, to which I belonged to. His long-lost brother, Harin who was claimed to be a runaway has sought revenge on him. ''Seize him!'' was what I heard. Who? I saw some wolves running in my direction the moment my eyes met theirs. I took to my heels but they were faster than I was. I try to flee, yet I was caught. *Is this my end? Will I see my family again?* I stop on my track surrendering myself to them. One shoots a dagger at me, and avoiding it I wave way to the side A wild man stomps my hurting foot hard which makes me scream in anger as I leap in pain. Is this a maniac?

He raised up one of the burgers towards Ava as an invitation. "No thanks!", she smiled. Ryan ate his breakfast comfortably with contentment. Ava adjusted herself on the seat across the table, she brought out the keyboard she had come with, then began to work on the computer in front of her. Ryan finished eating then cleaned up his table. He brought out a file containing the information he had gathered on the Jewel thief so far. He had been able to pin down all the robbery activities they’ve had so far, he knew there were three robbers— two male and a female who’s their leader, he could remember her face vividly. He knew that they only stole jewelry from the best of places and they had never