Fight Or Flight Novels & Stories

For a split second, I thought like I was seeing things, but when a soft thud of its paw against the floor sounded, signaling that it was drawing closer, I knew I had to act quickly. A rush of adrenalin coursed through my body as I weight my options. Fight or flight? The beast in front of me snarled angrily, baring its teeth to the open as if it was silently asking me if I was sure of those options. And trust me, none of that didn’t seem like a good idea. And with that, the survival, submissive instincts kicked in. I had no idea if they were going to work against the beast, but if I was going to make it out of here alive, then I had to give it a shot.

Damn, I am ready. “Let’s go!” I yell and thrust my body straight forward. My fist is pulled back, and my teeth are clenched as the earth blurs past me. He launches his body at me, and we meet with an explosive blast that sends everything around us flying in all directions. It’s much like the shockwave of a bomb. Adrenaline is pumping, testosterone is thick in the air. Fists are flying and powers are building. The thrill of the fight feeds my chaotic desires to fucking kill this guy. I can feel the wild look in my eye, and my confidence grows with each painful blow I land to this fucker’s face. Damn him!

The clash of our enemy's onslaught met the impenetrable wall of our unity, as we fought back with unyielding resolve. The night became a flurry of frenzied movements, our bodies interweaving in a chaotic dance of survival. Teeth clashed, claws tore through fur, and growls of exertion punctuated the air. We fought with every fiber of our being, channeling the primal instincts that coursed through our veins.

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 feeling scares the hell out of me and at the same moment electrifies me. I’ve given careful thought to my attacker. I was unprepared for the fight and nearly lost my life. I realized that if it had not been for fast thinking and skill, I would now be dead. I guess in the heat of the moment you don’t have time to think, you can only react to your training. I have heard people say the fight or flight instinct takes over. I have to agree. Survival, my survival, was the only thing I had in mind.

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.

Upon seeing this, my family couldn't hold back any longer and charged forward. A huge fight broke out in earnest. The scene instantly descended into chaos. Everyone in my family was incensed. They showed no mercy to the Bakers. So, each person picked their target and fought with all their might. The situation grew more and more chaotic until, by the end, it was clear that my family had the upper hand and was pummeling the Bakers mercilessly. Even my eight-year-old nephew managed to land several solid kicks. The fight only stopped when the village chief, Richard Anderson, rushed over in a panic and broke it up.

My nostrils were flaring and I felt my eyebrows furrow. ’FIGHT AVERY!’ ”AARGH!!” It hurts! Like someone is trying to press my skull together, turning my brain to mush. Fight. I need to fight. I was moving my arm, it was shaking trying to rise. My feet were trying to move and my eyes were set on the knife laying on the pedestal beside me. Fight. I need to fight. I pressed my arm down with all the energy that was left in me and held it by my side. It was like moving against gravity.

Chapter 263 Ellie It was a point in your life or just before your eyes and you don't know what to do or how to react. The only response your body can give is either flight, fight freeze mode and I have a tendency of switching into freeze mode and then fight mode and then flight. I don't think anybody's reaction goes in the order that it is textbook wires but the beverage truck almost hitting me was a wake-up call that I needed to get my life back in order.

Fear and anger surged within me, a primal force awakening deep within my soul. One of them reached out, his grimy hand inching closer to my trembling form. It was as if time stood still. At that moment, my survival instincts kicked into overdrive. Without conscious thought, I lashed out, my fist connecting with the man's face. The impact sent him crashing to the ground, blood oozing from his broken nose. I couldn't believe the strength that surged through me, and the burning sensation in my body intensified. It was as if a dormant beast had awakened inside, urging me to fight, to survive. I heard a voice, primal and feral, urging me to embrace the darkness within.