Gorilla Mindset Novels & Stories

Willow thought that Harrison was going to ignore her words about stepping down, but after his eyes returned to normal, he began to walk down to her with a deep scowl on his face. He looked like he was going to kill her, but when has he never looked like that? Willow's wolf was crawling at the back of her mind and she knew that her wolf might try to stop her from rejecting because of the pain they would feel, so she pushed her wolf back and shut her at the back of her mind. This was something they needed to do so that they could be free from all of these pain, shame, and disgrace.

Long Chen thought, seeing a pack of red gorillas standing not far from the gorilla, waiting for orders from their leader. RAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR The red gorilla could not hold back any longer. He rushed forward to catch Long Chen, who had also started to run away from the giant gorilla. He could kill this gorilla, but not the herd of beasts that were still staring at him with hungry eyes. If he was even slightly careless, then it wouldn't just be one herd that Long Chen would have to fight, but possibly the ruler-level beasts in the forest who would think that he was a threat and hunt him down like crazy.

The building would collapse in approximately seventy-five more seconds if the pattern held. I recorded everything, documenting the final proof that I'd been right about human nature, supernatural psychology, and the futility of awareness without understanding. This was my masterpiece. The culmination of three years studying manipulation theory and practicing on progressively difficult targets. And in seventy-five seconds, everyone would understand exactly what I'd proven. The ceiling cracked at exactly seven minutes and twelve seconds. I watched through hacked cameras as dust rained down on the fighting wolves. They didn't notice. Couldn't notice. The blood moon had stripped away everything

According to him, Mind Workers, despite their apparent prowess, had to thrive on subtlety as each individual mind was a dark and unknowable labyrinth that even they could get lost in if care was not taken. One did not try to force their way into a mind that did not want them or worse yet, one they did not understand. The latter was why they did not try to manipulate animals, because their thoughts existed on a plane different from ours. We may have shared certain traits with them, but it did not make us similar. It was possible to bludgeon your way through an unwilling mind, but that would take its toll on even the most gifted Mind Worker—a toll I was seeing play out in real time now as I wa

Maria said in a wry manner. "Fool!" Seth mocked and laughed. "How foolish of you to think you can defeat me?" "Gods cannot be killed by mortals, at least not by an over estimated creature." He turned over to Maria and lost eye contact with me. It felt like the right time to attack. My dorsomedial prefrontal cortex ultimately pushing me for towards the mindset to attack and I couldn't resist. I squatted, one knee down and the other out. Down casted, trying to give all I have to this battle. I jumped to the level of the god just for myself to get punched back down.

"Then yours is more like a state of mind and the good news is that it is known to fade away with time. I feel in your case, the physical and psychological torment you had to grow up with because of the delay in your shifting made you develop this state of mind. "Having this state of mind leads to innate mental blocks by individuals who try to suppress their 'condition.' It's more like a defence mechanism but these mental blocks make it hard for your wolf to line up with your human half and it leads to the wolf becoming more dominant whenever it surfaces." "You don't know what you're talking about."I scoffed again. Somehow, I knew she was right because there was no other explanation to explai

Words fired out at machine-gun speed. "Why is the human looking at me? Does she like me? Does she hate me? Does she like or hate me? Why is she still circling me? "Will she nuzzle me? Can I nuzzle her? Does she like me? Does she hate me? What—" Her thoughts were annoyingly loud and chaotic. I pretended to circle her a few more times, but mentally, I was drowning in her psychic high-speed rambling. Rather than overthinking, I decided to go on the offensive and deploy some cunning tricks.

He had spent the final approach hour in a state of absolute internal quiet. This was something the Nymph war camps had given him involuntarily the ability to empty himself before engagement, to set aside everything that was personal and immediate and emotionally loaded and enter a state that was pure function. In the camps they had called it the glass mind. The centaur generals had said it was the mark of a commander who had survived enough to know that the body performed better when the mind stopped arguing with it. He was not in the glass mind now.

“Slap that on both your collars. It’ll jam the signal for about thirty minutes. Long enough to reach the safe zone.” I did as she said. The moment the device connected, the burning relaxed. Liora sighed in relief as I placed the second one on her. For the first time since the conference room, I felt my wolf stir properly again. “Thank you,” I said. “Don’t thank me yet. Michelle isn’t just building soldiers. She’s building something worse. A hive mind. Those golden-eyed bastards share thoughts when they’re close enough. And right now, they’ve got your scent locked in.”

: “Now, now. Naraja no need to get so antsy. We got ~alllllllll~ the time in the world, so sit on your ass like you are, pfft. Because it’s going to be one hell of a show from here on out.” Next thing Naraja noticed on the horizon where the mysterious black-figure resided was one shadow-y black Gorilla that developed itself next to the black figure and then another one appeared and then another and then another and then another one. Around one-hundred to one million of those shadow-y Gorilla’s had started to appear rapidly. No one could keep up with the amount of these things anymore, especially Naraja. If Naraja had a title to call these things at this moment it would be a ‘Stampede of Gori