Before the first blade is drawn, there is a moment of stillness. A figure stands at the threshold-neither hunter nor ruler alone, but something forged between extinction and restraint. In a civilization built on conquest, survival has become a quieter war, fought not with weapons, but with discipline. Ancient instincts demand blood. Tradition demands dominance. Yet the future cannot endure endless victory. Visions come unbidden. Choices are weighed before they are understood. And the fate of a dying species rests not in fury-but in the will to hold it back. This is the story of what happens before war. When power hesitates. When restraint becomes the most dangerous force of all.

Crash. Survive. Do not become prey. For Specialist Romilda Kross, a hardened soldier of the elite Vantaris regime, mission parameters are a priority. But when her ship undergoes a catastrophic crash landing onto an unmapped death world, things become much more complicated. The jungle is a suffocating forest of deadly monsters, but they are nothing compared to the nightmare that tracks her from the canopy. He is an eight-foot monument of brass armor, lethal wrist blades, and terrifying predatory instinct. He is not kind. He is not soft. And he is absolutely not gentle with his prey. Captured and stripped of her weapons, Remi is dragged into the dark of a mountain cave, bound with biting wire to a stone pillar. There is no communication between them. No shared language. Only a silence broken by rhythmic clicks and low guttural rattles behind his mask. But Remi won't go down without a fight. She resists with every ounce of her training, throwing her fists, her boots, and her fury against his unyielding armor. They are opposites in every way, but when an ambush forces them to work together, their violence turns into a perfect synchronization. And beneath the blinding glare of the planet's dual suns, the thin line between enemy and friend burns away. Every interaction is a collision of teeth, claws, and breathless defiance, yet neither of them can seem to stay away. A connection grows, and suddenly the roaring, primitive heat between them demands total surrender of her body. ------ Alien Romance 18+ A short story Enemies to Lovers

It all had happened so fast that Holly fell into defensive mode. She struggled to her feet and shakily nocked an arrow, ready to prevent her death again. Holly put distance between her and the thing when it slowly turned to eye her. Her heart thundered in her chest when coming face to face with the beast. Shivers ran through her nerves, alarm stiffening her limbs in fright. This was no beast but a predator. A predator with fur.

Nova is a science experiment wishing it would all come to an end. When the scientists capture a full grown Yautja and put him in the cell next to hers, interests are raised. Maybe the massive warrior is just what Nova needs to take back the freedom that was stolen from her. Adopted from blacktalon17, also on ff.net.

This is both a spin-off and sequel to my first fanfic, Light Years Away. I strongly suggest you read that first. Jane Campbell is a woman with deadly skills. She's also a woman with a dark past. Chosen at a young age, she was raised and trained as a mercenary hired to kill. However, something went wrong in her last mission. It nearly cost her life. With nowhere left to go, she finds herself at the mercy of a fearsome alien hunter from outer space. Now, she has to use everything she learned to survive, to coexist with him. ⚠️🔞Sexual content!!! 18+ only!!!🔞⚠️ This story is not suitable for readers under 18. See additional tags below. Read at your own risk! Alien abduction Human experimentation Unrequited love Masturbation Interspecies sex Monster sex Exophilia Dirty talk Rough sex Cunnilingus Blowjobs Light bondage Rape roleplay Interrogation roleplay Biting, Marking, claiming, begging, breeding Voice kink Praise kink Male dominance Possessive behavior

Worthy?? What makes you worthy in the eyes of a Yautja?? Well for Reneta, she's about to find out and only she will be able to decide what her fate holds for her future. Reneta, a eighteen year girl and her friends are taken from their homes, well camp and put on a Yautja ship. But you see... Reneta and her 'friends' aren't just any normal humans. Nope. Once this is discovered by the Yautja's, the prince takes Reneta as his personal servant or slave as she likes to view it. Will she have the power to thaw out his icy heart, or will she fail and pay the price? You'll just have to wait and see. --Just so everyone knows. I do not own predators or the aliens. I only own the human characters and names of both them and the names for the Yautja. Other than that, I do not own the Predator(Yautja) or the Xenomorph species. I'm just using them in my story. Thank you so all so much, I really hope you love the story. :)

Lyra is a young woman who had join a mission into the jungle/forest on a different planet. Little did the crews know that Lyra had other intention and she's More than just a normal human. As she stepped foot into the jungle, she feels as if she was being watched, she knows it's not her "comrades" nor a normal animal. Something not human She will do anything to finish her true mission even if it means tricking her "comrades"

A Yautja bartender and a human form an odd coupling. Together they come to love one another. This is a short story so it'll be sped up. #2 Yautja: 7/21/22

It was hard sometimes, been out here in the mountains. Winter was never easy, there were hardly any animals around to keep me company. I would get lucky if I saw a bunny or two maybe a deer or a few wolves but it was always so lonely, the only animals I ever saw and interacted with were my chickens and horse, the nearest town was at the bottom of the mountain and with there always been blizzards up here it would be suicide to attempt walking down the path to the Village. _________ It was a normal day up in the mountains, I had just finished gathering the eggs from the chickens, the pesky little things kept gathering at my feet looking for their food, I swear i should have fed them first. Next, it was time to clean out the stable, it was small and could only hold one horse and maybe a few barrels if I needed to stock up, but then again my horse was not a normal mare , she was Fjord horse... The Picture on the front cover is not mine. Photo credit goes to ramtin-s on DeviantArt