Fight Or Flight Novels & Stories

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he demands "no i havent, i cant my body it just wont, its desensitised its....... its broken. but that doesnt mean i dont want too, i still want to help you acheive yours" i say almost desperately these sensations are magnificent and i dont want him to stop, but he looks like hes about to walk out the door

No" while my hands clutched the dirt ground as an intense hot wave moved through my lower abdomen. The body finally experienced the effects of adrenaline crash. The combination of terror and running had blocked my body functions until safe conditions arrived, which instantly triggered fever symptoms at overwhelming strength. The flames of the fire showed no signs of control. My blood felt as if it had transformed into liquid magma. The clearing became saturated with the overpowering scent of moonflowers and wild honey, which originated from my skin and created an intense fragrance. The moss covered surface of the ground supported my body as I tried to restore my breathing pattern after letti

My wolf which had been all rage and fight seconds ago, just… sat down… and listened. My brain was screaming a list of complaints. But they started it! I can take them! Who does this guy think he is? My body however was already moving with claws retracting and backing toward my car door. My fight-or-flight instinct which is usually ninety-nine percent fight had been hijacked and was now full-on flight. “This is bullshit,” I muttered, yanking the car door open.

The voice said gently. She tried to shake herself, dragging in deep ragged breaths she opened her eyes and looked around her wildly, there was nowhere left to run they had her trapped. Struggling to stay on her feet she wobbled and then turned to face them trembling so violently she could barely stand. Terror drove her instincts and she snarled at them again the fight or flight instinct flooding her veins,

I’m safer if I just have him assume the worst. 416 had been certain Ellie would never harm him. Panic jolted through him from head to toe when she apologized to him for her intent. He tried to move but his body refused to budge. He could move his eyes, blink, and swallow. A few growls had come forth but he couldn’t talk. Does she plan to kill me now? Then why did she take out the technician who attacked me?

"Was it a heart attack?" "No," Dr. Aris answered firmly. "This specific pattern is not a heart attack. In medical terms, this is acute stress cardiomyopathy caused by a massive, sudden surge of adrenaline and raw panic. This is the medical definition of the 'fight or flight' response. Her brain realized something terrifying had just happened, and it flooded her weak body with pure adrenaline." Prosecutor Cruz was sweating now. He stood up, shaking his head. "Objection! She could have been having a nightmare in bed! She could have been watching a scary movie! A panic attack doesn't prove she was driving!"

Whatever is in there, is capable of doing much more damage than anything that this man’s knife can do. The growl comes again, but this time, it is closer and louder. This is the sound of an apex predator instilling fear in its prey, freezing the prey in its tracks while simultaneously triggering the fight-or-flight response. But make no mistake, there is no fighting this predator. The prey can only run and hope to survive. And we, right now, are that prey. And that is when I see it. A gasp escapes me as the sight steals the breath from my lungs.

He had trouble keeping his calm since both fight and flight response were having a fist fight among themselves, churning his intestines. "Run!" Agenor somehow put her trembling body on Nakiya's back. Then he turned towards Colt and Creed and said, "Both of you! Get moving... "

He could hear the blood rushing through his head, his angry gaze slicing her face. That was the main problem. He just met her few hours ago and he already was having the difficulty of controlling his emotions around her and he hated that. He always had a control on himself. She was feeling afraid but she knew it was not the time to show him her true emotions. She masterfully masked her fear with anger and glared at him without blinking. Green to Blue. She knew that anger is the fight part of the age-old fight or flight-response to the threat.