Gorilla Mindset Novels & Stories

Now, that is what you could call impossible but Harold made it possible. Now these elders, just because of a mere mindlink, they want to be spewing nonsense. It is as if I have broken a sacred rule. Goddess these guys are biased. Yes, I know that it used to be deemed impossible to mindlink a wolf if you are not bonded either by pack, blood or mate bond. Therefore, I can understand their bewilderment but what I will never condone is their judging and accusatory tones.

Jacob did not have an answer that would comfort her, so he just kept running, kept directing wolves through the forest toward the southern border where the corruption had not spread yet. Behind them, they could hear the territory dying. Trees cracked and fell as corruption ate through their roots. Animals fled in all directions, their instincts driving them away from something fundamentally wrong. The land itself seemed to groan as the seeds activated fully and began their destructive work. One of the younger wolves stumbled, exhaustion overcoming her ability to keep moving. Jacob stopped to help her up, but before he could reach her, something terrible happened through the network. She was

Ruby turned her head and shot me a provocative look, her eyes brimming with smug satisfaction. I stood at the edge of the crowd, a faint, cold smile tugging at my lips. Just as I thought. A moment ago, I had cursed her in my mind, calling her an idiot, and she hadn’t reacted at all. However, the second I started thinking through specific skill data, she responded immediately. So her mind-reading skill wasn’t all-knowing. It seemed she could only pick up on the most focused, technical thoughts in my mind.

Ray to wait outside and he closed the door. 'Sam, don't make a scene. Sit down calmly.' I said staring at him with a bit of anger. Last night I did a research and I knew that he was frustrated. I was trying my best to calm him down. He finally, sat down. 'Look, you've HOCD. It is a disease in which the person thinks he is transgender. It's a very rare mental disease but, I can assure you that there is nothing wrong with you. And...I will prove it.' I said.

Kittridge couldn't agree more. Groupthink is that old herd mentality that seems to bring out the best in people and the worst in people. By the best, sometimes as a shepherd will surface. But that's an unlikely scenario. It's usually the wolves that will surface first, and the herd will be primed and ready to follow. What Kittridge and Jason were trying to do is break up the herd before the people are incapable of seeing, thinking, hearing. People who are capable of thinking for themselves will rarely be part of any herd.

So like Georgia had been, before she learned the truth. “Everything proceeds according to plan,” I murmured, more to myself than to Clarksdale. “Every action, every consequence, perfectly calibrated.” I’d studied the effects of isolation extensively during my research. The human mind craves connection the way the body craves oxygen—remove it, and all other functions begin to falter. Georgia was experiencing the third stage now—after denial and bargaining comes the slow dissolution of self. The mind creates alternate personalities, relationships with objects, distorted perceptions of time and space.

i say in the mind link "I sense them, micheal and few more warriors are on their way to you as we speak" he answers "Ok" i say cutting the mind link as the first rogue appeared in sight I tilt my head looking at him with confusion. It's common knowledge that rogues are banished wolves who aren't apart of any pack for various reasons. Most of them go mad and become violent creatures while some are able to survive and keep their sanity, but this one before me is different. I can sense his bloodlust and i can see in his eyes there isn't a shred of humanity left yet he's doesn't give the impression of being irrational, to put it simply he's like a functioning psychopath. He smiles kindly at me b

"Whether you like to admit it or not, he has influence here... And I think he's someone with a crab mentality. He'd-" "Crab mentality?" Jeremy questioned. "Yes, crabs in a barrel mentality. The "If I can't have it, neither can you" mentality. Usually, crabs are kept in an open barrel and even if one crab tries to escape, the others will pull it down so that they all face the same fate...Like how my stepmother tried to pull me down saying no one can escape Peyton or something like that..." Jacquessaw Jeremy nodding with a smile.

“I really can’t tell you how much of a fuck I don’t give about what Shay does.” “Yes, but everyone else does…so maybe you should take your witch back to the dungeon and come get your mate. She’s a bloody mess. Literally.” “Fuck,” I say aloud and drop my forehead on Willow’s. “I’m sorry. There’s a…crisis. I have to go.” She’s looking at me, her eyes big and curious. “Where did you go? Just now?” “I mind linked with Glenn.” “What’s that?” I roll off her and explain the concept of a mind link to her. “Gods, that must be annoying. So anyone can just talk to you whenever they like?”

Bowman said helplessly. “Step by step, he misled us, making us slowly fall into the trap of thinking. Our eyes can only see what he wants us to see, and we ignore the answer that is placed in front of us. He is like a hunter, a patient poisonous spider, letting everyone slip into his death spider web bit by bit!” “This Death Inquisitor is really too terrifying!” “This is a thought trap. The human mind has a kind of inertia. Our thinking is too conventional, but the Death Inquisitor just happens to be able to set all kinds of obstacles and traps in our mind’s blind spot,” Monica analyzed.