Animal Instincts Book Novels & Stories

I didn't want Alexis to leave at the same time I didn't want him to hear what the seer would say to me, he seemed nervous about leaving me alone with the seer and I hated that. The seer waited for Alexis to leave before her eyes began to dart around me. “I can't believe you are real. I saw in it, where is my book?” She was running about the whole place now and her large dress made it difficult for her. When she eventually grabbed a large book and opened it I noticed there were illustrations everywhere, most of them in color, it was obvious why it attracted her attention. Some of the images depicted wolves. One showed a woman lying next to a human corpse covered in fur. There were so many pic

Her eyes shut as she was trying to comprehend things. Her lonely, lifeless eyes stared at the creature whom she didn't recognize. The burning sensation that was caused by the flame of the torch was blinding and irritating her. Suddenly, her killer instinct kicked in. Just like the other insects and pests whom she had associated with for the last nineteen years of her life, she quickly crawled to the dirty floor and squeaked furiously. She was acting like a rat that ran around and angrily jumping and hissing, trying to protect herself from the sudden intruders, not just herself but also her territory.

She retreated heavily, with great difficulty, until tears came out, but after a few minutes I still managed to do it. So here's the thing! This rubbish, my own she-wolf influenced me, pushing me to Maxim! And all for what? To lead to a logical conclusion - to copulation. She herself winced from the abomination of this word, but you can’t say otherwise. How else to call it when two animals obey only their instincts?

Lycans become possessive with their mates when found, they will never leave their side, and the urge to mate becomes unbearable. Picking my fingers into my hair I pull my hair back as I say “You have got to be fucking kidding me, where did you find this book?” Francis got up to walk to the back of the library, and when he turns he said “Follow me” I pick up the book with me to follow him, in the end of the library where almost nobody goes there is a small corner where a book was being hidden, “who the fuck hid this? This book is all about my ancestors, my male genetics is written here,” I open the book again to see the information, I knew I had to practice this mating call thing, but as I ke

What the hell is happening here? “What the fuck?” I say. Is this some kind of prank that Victor’s decided to pull? He should know that we are not in high school anymore, and this kind of behaviour is nothing but stupid. I don’t understand what this means, but I know it’s nothing good. I don’t know what to do. Should I touch the book? Should I even go near it? What if something bad happens to me if I do touch the book? The book finally stops moving, and it stays on one page. There’s an image in the book. I look hard at what’s being portrayed, and it’s the image of a beast with large horns.

She touched his hand, "Hey ... relax ... I got this ... you're underestimating my survival skill, like you said ... animal instinct, I think it's embedded in our DNA to find a way to survive when we need it most." He nodded, not the least bit convinced. He didn't want to sound condescending, he chose not to say anything. Her instincts probably have never been exercised and polished since the day she was born. Like any caged animals in the zoo, they would have to re-learn everything once they were back to their natural habitat. Most may not even survive and had to be placed in a sanctuary instead. "Or ..." she looked at him intently. He waited for her next sentence. "You can come with me? I'l

When you hunted apex predators, knowledge was the only equalizer. But something about this collection felt... off. It wasn’t tactical. It was frantic. I shifted a stack of papers. Beneath them lay medical journals about viral transmission. Ancient texts on the transition process. This wasn’t just studying the enemy. She was studying the Change. A thick, leather-bound book sat open near the edge of the desk, an anime-themed bookmark keeping the page. I picked it up, the leather cold in my hand. A tight, sickening knot formed in the pit of my stomach as I read the chapter heading in bold, archaic script.

ANASTASIA'S POV “So where did you disappear to yesterday?” Arissa asked, one brow arched, a slow smirk tugging at her lips as I scanned through the science section of the Stormborn Library. I froze mid-reach, fingers hovering over a thick book on wolf biology. “Yeah, I’d like to know too,” Clara added, grinning with just as much mischief. I could practically FEEL my face burst into flames. I snatched the book off the shelf and began flipping through the thick pages, keeping my eyes glued on it like it was suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world. “I didn’t disappear,” I muttered weakly, still flipping.

She could destroy anything with a single scream of frustration. Walking along the shelves, my fingers run along the books when I see a book that seems to be calling to me. Moving towards it, I pick it up and turn the pages, just scanning the contents when the pages move on their own, stopping on a page. Reading the contents of the page, my beast snarls in my head. “Don’t you fucking dare do this Fen!” I shake my head with a sigh. Closing the book, it opens again to the page I was looking at.

Bailey noticed, because of course she did. “I’m not saying.” “You kind of are.” “I am aggressively not saying. Look at me not saying.” She mimed zipping her mouth, then immediately failed. “But yes, instincts are real. They’re not excuses, though.” That made me look back. She leaned forward, serious now. “A wolf might feel the urge to guard, claim space, get close, bite the face off anyone who scares someone important. But feeling an urge and acting like a controlling garbage fire are different things.”