Fight Or Flight Novels & Stories

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.

"And now he has leverage." The air in the room is vibrating with tension. It’s thick, heavy, and suffocating. I feel like I’m going to scream or throw up. The violation is a physical weight on my skin. I feel dirty. Watched. "Adrenaline levels are critical," Echo’s voice cuts through the panic. It’s calm, cool, a stark contrast to the chaos in my head. "Cortisol is peaking. You are both in fight-or-flight mode." "Not now, Echo," Alex snaps, running a hand through his messy hair.

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.

“That’s not nice!” He let out a menacing growl – and yes! This time there was no mistaking that it was a growl. Like he was some kind of animal. I’d never heard anything like it before and honestly, my fight or flight response told me I should run! But I’d never done as my instinct told me to do before, and today wasn’t the day I’d start…

They watched the chaotic scene unfold, their bodies trembling with terror. A fierce struggle ensued, a battle between good and evil. Florence, fueled by adrenaline and desperation, fought with a ferocity she never knew she possessed. She dodged his attacks, countered his blows with her claws and just clawed his skin wherever she could, her every move calculated and precise despite being hit.

They say that when your body is under extreme distress, it triggers one of two reactions: Fight, and attack your opponent with either physical or intellectual strength; or Flight, and flee your opponent with terrifying speed fueled by adrenaline. What people don’t realize is that there is a third reaction when your body is under extreme distress, one that is not acknowledged as heavily as the others, and that is Freeze.

The kind that steals your soul for a few seconds and makes the world go white around the edges. This is not good. He’s going to want revenge. And I know what that means. My brain short-circuits. Cortisol floods my system like someone slammed a red emergency button. Adrenaline spikes so hard my vision sharpens and narrows at the same time. My heart slams against my ribs, loud and frantic, screaming to get out. Flight. Pure, animalistic flight. I don’t stop to think. I don’t stop to look back. I don’t even pick a destination.

My heart was beating too fast now, not just from fear but frustration. Stormy clicked his tongue inside my head. “There. That.” “What now?” “That feeling. Stop ignoring it.” I frowned slightly. “What feeling?” “The urge to fight.” I opened my mouth immediately to deny it. Then stopped. Because annoyingly enough… He was right. Buried underneath the fear and confusion was something hotter. Sharper. Every scream outside made my pulse spike harder. Every growl sent energy rushing beneath my skin like my body wanted to react even when my brain hesitated.

‘You need to try and get back you our mate’ a distorted voice says in the back of my mind ‘He will be able to heal us’ the voice says now clearer. With a painful cry into the dark night I force myself to turn onto my stomach. Every aching move I make forces screams of pain out of my throat and into the wild. ‘We need to move faster its not safe’ the voice says now load and clear. I force my emotions into ones of fear and need to get away, pushing y powers to trigger my flight or fight reflexes. With new found strength I stubble to my feet and force them to move forward. Slowly and agenizing steps one after another I find my self closer and closer to the back of the house.

My mouth felt dry to the point that swallowing was impossible, I was utterly petrified as I stared at him through the curtains of my hair hanging over my face. Within an instant he came at me and I instinctively jumped out the way as knocked over a whole wall of boxes beside me, I fell over them but quickly corrected myself, I had to make a run for it if I had any real chance of getting away from him. I saw the door as I darted toward it, my whole body went into overdrive, fight or flight mode kicked in and I knew I had to get away now, there was no other way.