Zootopia Predator Novels & Stories

The projection updates once more. The distant image of the predator’s artificial world appears again. This time its trajectory changes dramatically. Instead of drifting slowly across the galaxy… It accelerates. Directly toward our star. Estimated arrival time: four years. The Custodian’s voice echoes quietly through the chamber. The predator has begun its final approach. And Earth is now its primary target.

She glanced at Zayden who held a satisfied expression with that smug smirk on his lips. He played the two predators cleverly. He edged their territorial behavior so they’d end up attacking each other instead of the real prey. Them. Minerva’s eyes held amazement and awe in them. She didn’t know Zayden also has tricks under his sleeve. He’s actually pretty smart, huh? Not bad for a superstar. They’re always misconceived as popular because of their looks but actually had nothing going on inside their head. Soon enough, the snake stopped moving. Its body has been cut in half and they watched as the crocodile retreated back into the pond, hiding, disguising himself again underneath the murky wate

She had forced the giants to devour their own pawn to save their own skin. "A predator only protects its prey until it's time to eat," Sophia said quietly, the red mole at the corner of her eye appearing like a drop of fresh blood in the dim light. "Luna thought she was a partner. She was always just the bait, and the hook has finally set." By midnight, the scavenging began in earnest.

It is very rare for children born by Herbivore women who are paired with Predator men to be born healthy and normal, as children produced by women of the Predator lineage and Predator men. For these reasons, Predator men are very rarely interested in women of the Herbivore lineage, even though many of them are born very beautiful. But they are very unpopular among predator men. Instinctively, in order to protect their offspring, they tend to avoid them. But sometimes there will be some things that make Predator men chase after Herbivore women. One of the reasons is accidentally imprinted.

“Uhm… Zoey?” “Look away, Zaramanni,” he said calmly as the distressed men followed his earlier command. “Please do as I say.” Nodding, her eyes briefly trained on the blind he-wolf who was listening patiently to what was going on, Zara did as Zoey asked. Soon, all she could see beyond the cluster of trees was a glimpse of the large river ahead. Then, growling sounds like the ones she heard when she witnessed King Darren’s transformation, ensued. When muffled screams came from the molesters who scratched the ground like a mother hen searching for a place to lay her eggs, Zara’s troubled gaze scanned the scenery ahead.

They were taken out by tranquilizer darts and I shift into my leopard, guarding the twins. They were startled at first and try approaching me when Kennedy crashes through the door. She lets out a deafening roar and the two in front of me were too stunned to move. I would be too if I were them and another leopard took a heavy door off it's hinges. She's quick with taking them out.

He knew what those were, they were electric zappers designed to overload a wolf's senses and knock them out instantly. "Ready?" the leader asked his men, a cruel grin in his voice. "Let’s put the puppies to sleep. On three... one... two..." The blue light grew brighter, the humming sound getting louder and louder as the hunters prepared to zap them both into unconsciousness.

in the structure of his life was, in fact, his own inability to love without suspicion. He didn’t call her for a meeting. He didn’t send his lawyers. For the first time in his life, Lorenzo Moretti decided to act without a contingency plan. He became the predator, but not one seeking the destruction of a rival; he was a predator tamed by his own need, tracking the only thing that gave meaning to his dominion.

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.

Zahra's POV A yelp cuts through the noise. My head snaps up just in time to see Zion go down, his massive grey form tumbling hard. He hits the dirt, rolling, jaws locked around another wolf’s muzzle. There’s a sickening crack as the rogue’s jaw breaks, but not before it sinks its teeth into Zion’s hind leg. He howls, twisting, ripping the creature’s throat out before collapsing on his side.