Fight Or Flight Novels & Stories

‘’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

I am glaring at him, and the only sound in this mute place is the harsh sound of my breathing. He knows that he's gotten me pissed. Out of the blue, he smiles, "wow. I didn't know you have some fighting skills in you. Just wow." He has a I-know-I-am-dead-just-say-it-to-my-face look on his face. I look away for a second. "Well, it is... just reflexes. Adrenaline rush." I tell him. He scoffs, almost inaudible, "then, I must say you're very brave. You know, science says it's either flight or fight, just you choose fight. That is just awesome...and brave." He adds.

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.

Even though I knew full well that I never ordered it. Frans spoke softly, almost as if calming a wild animal. "The Controller is testing basic motor reactions. He starts with small movements to invade his territory. Don't resist! If you do, your limbic system will panic and the LCD will become stronger." I wanted to scream. My breath was ragged with emotional anxiety. Literally, how can I fight if I can't even control my own body? My fingers started moving a little faster now. They gently tapped the blanket. Someone was playing a game of chance. Tiger spoke up immediately, his voice low and sharp, full of suppressed anger:

I moan, my smile disappearing. His wolf snorts a sigh and flops back down on his belly. Now he has really long sunflower antennae. He raises an eyebrow. It’s a question, but I don’t know what he’s asking. He waits, watching and listening, but I can’t give him any reaction. Even if I knew what to do, my body wouldn’t let me. At the Academy, we learn about fight, flight, freeze, and fawn, but I’ve only got three in my repertoire, and if I can’t run, I’ll be playing possum.

My head instinctively tucked, stomach tightening, the fight-or-flight wiring my body like a cage of fire. "Do you know what you almost did to Serena?!" Ryan spat, fury igniting. "If I didn't stop you, she'd be dead! You refuse to apologize even now? You're shameless!" He advanced again, a boot smashing into my side. Pain lanced through me, muscles screaming, instincts urging me to curl, protect, survive. I folded over myself, arms tight over head and abdomen, wolf and human merging in defense. My fear caused the wolf that had taken so long to reappear to disappear again, but my inherent wild nature remains.

My face morphed into a deep frown mirroring the anger bubbling inside me. My chest stiffened as my heart did the thing it could do best—pounding and slamming my fear in my face. An intense battle brewed within me, one I couldn't quite escape nor find a weapon for defense.

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.

In this moment, his emotions override reason, leading him to unleash his anger upon an unintended target. In the tense atmosphere of the night club, Anthony's cold stare meets Jay's fiery gaze, their animosity fueling the escalating conflict. Fueled by a desire for revenge, Anthony lunges forward, his fist raised with the intention of delivering a punishing blow. However, Jay's instincts kick in, his reflexes honed by the surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He quickly withdraws, evading the incoming punch and seizing Anthony's fist in a firm grip, halting the immediate escalation of violence.

Her wolf seemed to be taking over her senses. My body was in a fight or flight stance. As for fright, I was immensely afraid. Finally, I did the most reasonable thing any human could do. I ran.