Fight Or Flight Novels & Stories

The burning sensation in my throat was also growing more intense. "Blood lust," he repeated, pressing the elevator button. We entered together as the doors opened. "Usually, blood lust often attacks Volders or young Leeches. When they go too long without consuming blood or when they are in the midst of battle. Your entire instinct and senses were just exposed by adrenaline and danger, so your body is trying to defend itself with the mechanism of blood lust. Although your body may feel weak now, you're actually in fight mode. If someone were to attack you now, you could protect yourself." I tried to concentrate and understand Dostov's explanation, but my floating and dizzy body wouldn't allow

They moved with the fluidity of predators, their movements calculated and precise. The scuffle was both physical and symbolic, a battle for dominance and the future of the pack. As they grappled and exchanged blows, their bodies twisted and turned, each maneuver a testament to their strength and skill. The air crackled with the raw energy of their conflict, and the ground beneath their feet bore the weight of their animosity.

His heart quickened, the tendrils of unease wrapping around his thoughts like a vice. Levi's instincts kicked into overdrive, a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins like a raging river. In a heartbeat, he spun around, his body a blur of motion as he executed a 360-degree kick aimed at his unseen adversary. The tension in the air was electric, the forest holding its breath as the clash of wills unfolded before it.

I look behind me as fast as I can only to find another animal several feet behind me. Turning, I sprint as fast as I can but I'm not quick enough, I'm definitely being followed and if I'm not careful, I'm going to get myself hurt. The adrenaline is spiking my body, urging me to run faster. 'Come on girl. Keep going' I say. I feel the distress coating my body, those hackles rising on my back. They have now blown into a full-on anxiety attack. I can't breathe. My flight or fight instincts kick in and instead of doing the only logical thing I should do which is to run back to the house and close the bedroom door, or better yet...run into the arms of Kai, I turn and run toward my follower.

He yells at me, anger and pain flashing in his eyes. “But we don’t know that will happen. Do you have any idea how rare that actually is? Because I do. It’s a risk I’m willing to take.” I see his arms raise up and it instantly triggers my fight or flight response. I drop on the floor to my knees, shielding my head with my arms and waiting for the first blow. When it doesn’t come, it’s in that moment I realize that it doesn’t matter how far I go or who I’m with.

A strange loathing that I had no idea what special wolves had done to any of them. Their looks turned fearful and defensive. I swear I saw them clench their fists. I felt extremely terrible. It was just too much. I felt my breathing become rapid and shallow. I could feel the panic rising in my chest. My heart was racing, pounding in my ears, as I struggled to take in a deep breath. My hands were shaking, and I could feel sweat breaking out on my forehead. My vision began to blur, and I could hear my pulse pounding in my head. I felt trapped, like I was in a tiny box with no way out. I felt my body going into fight-or-flight mode.

I can’t go wrong he’s really familiar. “Kill her dude! I think she recognized you already.” Said by the other guy who’s continuously kicking my husband on his back. The familiar guy gradually pointed his gun at me. They say that our body reacts in a three different way on how we felt our environment specially when it smells something dangerous is going to happened. We think of fighting even if we really can't, but sometimes we allso felt to flight the moment when we saw that we are outnumbered. And the last one but not very common is freezing.

‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY.’’ The phrase rambled on much to the shock of Donovan. Of course, he was no stranger to the notorious phrase which had been the badge of the mystery killer that had been running amok through the city. In this moment, Donovan could only perceive danger close by. His sense of suspicion was aroused as he shot a look down the isle to examine the surrounding space, but everything seemed quite all right. Again he shifted his gaze towards the bunk where Natasha had been lying only to realise a vacant bunk. Alas, Natasha was no longer in her bed space. She had vanished out of sight. This time, Donovan was startled to death even as the receiver rambled on in

But I was different than a gem. I refused to be like this. I refused to give up. I refused to become an object. I was a human. A survivor after all. I wasn’t taught to give up and run. I was taught to fight. Anger pulsated through me, spreading throughout my body. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, giving me the power, I needed for the fight. Because that’s what I chose. Fight. Not flight. Never flight. Fuck flight. With red covering my vision, my senses haywire and my insides a blur of emotions, I swung my fist at him.

Going in, "This is it." Oh, fuck. This isn't pain, this is... weird. An invasion. It's triggering my fight or flight and I'm burying my nails into Henry's back, trying my hardest to stay put. Let this happen. It feels unnatural, but it's supposed to be the most natural thing there is, right? So, I breathe in and out and I force my body to stop being so tense.