Gorilla Mindset Novels & Stories

The gorilla had not noticed as it was quite stupid and paid all its attention to Wilson, but the monkey which complemented for the gorilla's inadequate sensibility, had noticed but said and did nothing. The fact was that, there were only three out of all the one eyed beasts that were not berserk after sensing the dead snow tiger's body. These were the wolf leader, because his mental fortitude was way too powerful to be influenced like that; the small monkey on the gorilla and the gorilla itself, mainly due to the fact that the monkey had helped to dispel most of the effects of the chaotic dead snow tiger's residual aura. Nobody noticed that a small group of people had managed to escape unsca

He apologized, and I sighed. Now I am not sure of what to say, as I am so tired of everything that is going on. I am feeling so sick and wobbly thinking of what I am experiencing right now. I have never heard of such a thing in my history of learning about my clan. Mind link is not common in my clan, but it seems very cool. Is it a Lycan thing? It is cool, but I can't do this! I can't constantly be in fear that he might be listening to everything I am thinking about.

"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

“You know, I am aware that you were a freaking genius of the Millennium” Oliver doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Specially when he doesn't feel remembering things about school on where his achievements just make others feel bothered and annoyed. Being a top and being genius it’s not everything. Just like the jungle and where the strong will remain on top of the chain, everyone will try to bring down those who are blocking their way. Crab mentality if one would call it. “Stop speaking like you know everything about me” “ Of course I do know everything about you”

It seemed as if, after the dreadening encounter with the Formless beast, Grisha's psyche and rationality had shattered altogether. But this madness and irrationality were the very core of Akashic Glitch. The human mind was a puppet of the whims of the glitch. There was no binary answer to what was right or wrong. What made sense to someone might not make sense to another. That was the only truth. Soon enough, the sound of metal clanking reached Grisha's ears. Threads of sparks bloomed in her pupils, coming from 200 meters away. "Oh dear god!" Grisha sighed when she heard the clash. "He's still alive... thank god!"

Why wasn’t I hearing anything? Then it hit me. I hadn't heard a single thought from him since the second we'd collided. Normally, people’s minds kicked in right away when someone accidentally got a drink spilled on them. A stream of annoyed, low-level swearing thoughts about the stain, the fabric, and how the night was now officially fucked. But with him, it was just a total, unbroken void. Which should not have been possible. Humans thought constantly. Their brains never shut up. I knew that better than anyone. I had spent years drowning in it, learning how to filter through chaos that never stopped moving.

Ian’s grin, fierce and human, reflected the city lights: “They thought converging would overwhelm us. It only sharpened our edge.” The second challenge was psychological: an array of holographic projections designed to exploit not only perception but emotion, fear, and doubt. Faces of loved ones appeared, fragments of past failures were mirrored in shadows, and whispers questioned every decision we had made. The convergence was no longer just environmental—it was deeply personal, a test of trust, confidence, and unity.

Glorious. “Yes, um. You know, green, like a tree, sort of. But not really, more like a... a brain.” Claire’s eyes opened wide as the realisation hit her. “It’s a big green brain!” The druid suddenly looked terrified. He turned and ran, an effect Claire had on a lot of people. “A green brain,” said Maurice. “Yeah, that makes a lot of sense.” “Does it?” I wasn’t so sure. “It could mean they’re all linked to it. Like a central processor for a hive mind. Maybe they look so similar because they’re part of one giant organism.”

“You're the one we want. Don't you have a big salary? Treat us.” Huh? What do these three gorillas say? “Treat you? It's less than a month so the baboon hasn't paid me yet— I mean your Badboy Prince.” “Stop making excuses Xania,” Gorilla2 said. “Just treat the three of us.” Who does this gorilla thinks he is for saying my name like we know each other. Are we even close? “I already said I don’t have anything,” I removed Gorilla1's arm around my shoulders. That was so heavy. Annoying. “You have money. Why don't you treat yourselves?”

"You’re trying to block the flow! That’s why it’s burning you! You have to be the river, not the dam!" "I'll burn out!" Rangga screamed, his voice cracking. He felt the mountain’s consciousness—vast, cold, and utterly indifferent—flooding into his mind. It wasn't just energy; it was information, a recursive loop of tectonic memory that threatened to erase his own identity. He saw the birth of the mountain, the cooling of the earth, the way the Buntu bloodline had been woven into the stone like threads in a tapestry. "I can't hold all of it!"