Animal Instincts Book Novels & Stories

Her inattention could cost her dearly, she knew. The wolves took another step toward her causing Liv to take a slow step back. All her instincts were screaming at her to run, but she knew that would set off the animals' prey instincts and she'd definitely not make it out of the situation. The continued this dance for several more steps until Liv felt her heel hit one of the upturned logs next to her fire.

Keyword; almost. Because it's not the runt’s fear I wanted to taste on my tongue. It's not the runt’s submission I wished to obtain and it's not the runt’s spirit I wanted to break till there was nothing left of his pride or his bones. It's the man beside him. The man stared me down like I was the most insignificant thing in the world. The man who looked at me with as much hatred as I felt towards him. The supposed alpha was more of a snake than a wolf.

Orion The week passed so slowly but I managed to get the extra trips done that needed to be done for the weekend to be clear, I had special plans for that weekend, I was going to find my mate and bring her and her pups to live in my pack with me. My Pack was everything to me their loyalty proven when my last chosen mate had had her gym instructor challenge me as alpha. He lost. and I banished her for her infidelity and disrespect of the pack. but still a hole was left in my life, a hole I suspect could be filled by Misty, it bothered me none that she had pups by another, I myself had been raised by a man who didn't sire me and knew from experience not every man who sired pups was worthy of b

“Stay sharp. Anticipate. Adapt.” I inhaled, centering myself. The wolf inside me surged, instincts flaring, guiding my movements and amplifying my senses. I could anticipate the pack’s initial strikes, their intentions, and even the slight hesitations that betrayed their plan. Every rustle, every flicker of movement, every breath of air became information.

I looked at Anna. “I am not surviving today.” “You've survived kidnappers.” “They had better boundaries.” Anna laughed so loudly that several people turned. The library was worse. Not because people bothered me there. Because books existed and books gave me ideas. Bad ones. I stood between two shelves with three volumes open around me. Human Physiology in Wolf Territories. Nothing. Wolf Senses and Recognition. More nothing. Cross-Species Biological Studies. Extremely uncomfortable nothing. I closed it. “No.” Isara appeared at the end of the aisle.

My instincts were sharp and honed. A low growl, primal erupted from my throat. My paws, lighter than they appeared, pounded the forest floor with a silent grace. My instincts, raw and untamed, guided my movements. I wasn't just reacting, I was anticipating, through the rogue's clumsy attempts to swipe at me with its massive paws. The beast, larger but slower, swung wildly, its frustration growing with each missed strike. I used its size against it, circling it like a predator stalking its prey. My enhanced senses picked up on its labored breathing, the telltale sign of its waning energy.

Wilson was in their middle and if he had not gotten down when he did, he would have been only two seconds away from his death. Wilson's instincts for escaping trouble was seldom wrong. After all, he had had so many experiences that helped train it and also helped him understand his instincts. Right now, he was like a beast in its elements - it's natural habitat. He sensed danger and so, he turned and ran in a random fashion, trusting and relying on his instincts the way the beasts did theirs. ********

“You fucked with the right one, Elijah.” {Elijah} The Night Before I watched from the window as Zoe walked up and down the street, calling for poor English. “Your Mommy looks really upset. You think you’ll be ready to go back home tomorrow?” I asked English as I scratched behind his ears. He yipped a tiny bark and rolled over on his back so that I could deliver the belly scratches that he loved. “I guess I’ll bring you back home tomorrow after work and tell her that someone brought you in.”

We had some serious balls to roam into their area but just like in our human lives … we go where we want and do as we please. Within a few seconds they began splitting between us, trying to divide and conquer. Oldest trick in the book. But you never want to write off real animals as just being dumb. When your back is up against it whether human, shifter or animal … your survival instinct kicks in and all you know is that.

Then after lowering my head, I read aloud the massive words on the book cover, once again, “Coalition of Animal and Spirit.” Immediately, the book on the table began to vibrate and shake as though the doing of an exterior effect. “What's going on?” All of the sudden, it finally halted and opened up, somewhere towards the middle. I looked under the table to be sure I wasn't having an illusion, but there was nothing underneath. Exhaling, I stared intensely to the first words I saw. “Animals (savage beasts or not), because being mobile organisms, have the power to harness their souls with phantom spirits with the aid of spirit cultivation technique manuals.