Unnatural Instinct Novels & Stories

I will not yield to fear, anger, or temptation. The first test of his choice came when the youngest staff member approached, whispering of a mysterious figure seen near the mansion gates — a remnant of human ambition, possibly aligned with lingering supernatural residue. The instinct to lash out, to dominate, to exert power over the unknown surged in Samkelo. He clenched his fists, drawing a deep, steadying breath.

The evilest of men to walk the surface of the earth. A man whom the devil himself would like to take some lessons from. If you must dine with the devil, then you must use a long spoon they say, but even with a long spoon, it is impossible to dine with Jason Stanford and escape unscathed. He is a true definition of a monster, covered with flesh, truly a wolf in sheep's clothing. I sigh as I get up the bed and pick up my backpack. I might as well get going, there's no use thinking about the man, who upended my family and ruined life as I knew it.

Alex mulls it. “Yes and no. There are some instincts that take over in that form, more than they otherwise would. The impulse to hunt, for instance, is very powerful. To chase a scent, track down an enemy. That’s why you maybe shouldn’t venture out alone to . . .” “Skinny-dip at midnight?”

Not the frantic urge to steal, but something deeper, a resonant hum that seemed to call to this new, monstrous form. The full moon, a silvery disc in the inky sky, cast its light through my window, painting the room in shades of grey and black. Its glow seemed to seep into my very being, igniting something within me. A powerful urge surged through me, an instinct I didn't understand but couldn't ignore. Run. My claws scraped against the floor as I rose, my new limbs surprisingly strong. The metallic scent from the door grew stronger, the resonant hum within me intensifying. With a surge of desperate strength, fueled by panic and this strange new instinct, I lunged at the door.

Her spirit would not be easily cowed. "Compassion is all well and good, but make no mistake," I mused. "Wolves like us can never quite tame the beast within. It is our nature, red in tooth and claw." A wet slap punctuated my remark as Natalia loosed the laundry and slammed down the washboard with unusual vehemence. She straightened slowly to face me, uncowed. "That belief only perpetuates evil, says it cannot be overcome. I refuse to accept that." Her voice rang with conviction. "The gods grant us higher reason and morality. We can master baser instincts if we try."

“But the reason for the war is mine. I chose this. Knowing the cost.” “And if the cost is too high? If more people get hurt? Or die?” He finally looked at me. “Then I will carry their ghosts. But I will not change my choice.” “Why?” The word burst out of me. “You don't feel a bond to me. You owe me nothing. I'm just… a problem.” He put the glass down. “You are a question that has never been asked before. ‘What are we without our instincts?’ That question is more important than any single life. Even mine. Even yours. It is the future.”

Josh I sobbed so hard, did Steph know about this and if she did, why didn't she tell me about it all this while, maybe I'm been hunted because of Nathan, I could remember I told Josh about Nathan being my older brother when Nathan caught Josh and me having sex and this is my rewards

he normally wouldn’t give a second thought to; a father, with a whole arsenal of self-convincing justification, granting spur-of-the-moment permission for his daughter to accompany him, on school time, to Brazil; a house making itself available to a stranger and the medical operation to be performed on her. Manipulation played a large part, certainly, but the elephant man, to get back around to the point, was not acting alone. This belief was imbedding itself now. It was grounded, I fully confess, in instinct, feeling, but the article, as a comparison to my situation, had brought into focus things my mind had only been flirting with to this point. The bottom line was, while the tactics were

She asked nervously as if she was afraid she would ask the wrong question and I would lash out again. I let out a huge breath of air and took a long sip of the cold water, hoping it would help to control my temper and keep me serene. "I feel like he has transported me back to that unforgettable day and I see him, punching and kicking that innocent man, it's all so real that I begin to have a mental breakdown, but when I pull away from him, the nightmare disappears." I trailed of not thinking I can continue describing what I have to go through everyday. I blink repeatedly to stop the tears from falling.

“Now.. whatever you do, don't freak out. Sit still, right here. I will be running on instinct and my first instinct is to have you. When I am in a different version of myself, my instincts are heightened. I will be in fight or flight mode, so if you run, I will give chase. Not to hurt you, but to retrieve you, I guess you could call it. So again, stay still. Do you think you can manage that?” I nod, even though I am scared out of my mind. The words 'I will chase you.' plays over and over in my head. His instinct is to have me? What does that even mean? Because if his instinct is to turn into an animal and 'have me', then it is a huge hell no. I am picturing like a dog trying to hump my leg o