Unnatural Instinct Novels & Stories

I didn’t want to admit it, but the second I smelled her blood down in that tunnel, something inside me snapped. It wasn’t the mate bond. That was supposed to be gone. Cut clean. This was something else. Something I didn’t have a name for. Something raw. Unnatural. Unwanted? Maybe. Because I didn't want her. I didn’t want to feel this… whatever the hell this was. I leaned back, dragging a hand over my face, letting the silence stretch. If I could’ve flipped a switch and shut it all off—turned whatever was waking up inside me back to stone—I would’ve.

If ever you feel caught between reason and instinct, choose instinct. Every single time. Nate swore by this line that Killian had drilled into his head. In their business, it wasn't the mind that kept them alive — it was their guts. Yet, for the first time, he would ignore his instinct for her happiness. She promised she wouldn't leave him, he decided he would trust her word and be numb to the unease squirming in the pit of his stomach.

"Well, even I hate myself. For drinking blood. I wish I could be different. But, I can't be so I try to make the most of what I can while I'm like this." "I wish Dad could see how kind-hearted you are." "I'm not. I just think it's unfair to hold vengeance against someone who isn't even at fault." "But, he hates you. How is that not his fault?" "That's because he's been taught so. Also, it's a somewhat instinct to hate something that doesn't fit into your logic. Or, it's instinct to feel curious about it." "Which instinct does suggest falling in love?" "You are different, my Lady. My observations can't apply to you."

“I’m not going to punch anybody.” “Oh really?” Jasmine’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “Then tell me, what exactly was going through your head right before you did it? Did you get this sudden moment in your brain, like, Screw it, I’m doing this now! Screw the consequences! Or have you been planning this for days?” I spluttered. “It wasn’t— I didn’t plan it, Jasmine!” She gasped dramatically. “So it was instinct. Raw, primal instinct. Wow. How wild of you.”

What was civilization worth when primitive instincts were screaming at me to claim what belonged to us by right of recognition and need? "She's not afraid of us," I projected, the thought carrying undertones of wonder and possession combined. "She looked right at me in the garden. She answered when we called." "She doesn't understand what she's responding to," Lucas replied, his mental voice carrying the particular patience he reserved for talking me down from my worst impulses. "Human instincts can recognize supernatural attraction without comprehending its implications. Don't mistake curiosity for consent." Curiosity for consent. The distinction should have mattered. Would have mattered, i

Did my genes suddenly change or what, I needed an explanation. That night the full moon was high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over everything. I tried to ignore the strange sensation that was beginning to ripple through my body, but it was no use. It was like a wild, uncontrollable energy was building up inside of me, threatening to burst out of my skin. Suddenly, I felt a searing pain shoot through me, and I let out a long, mournful howl that echoed through the night. It was like nothing I had ever felt before - a primal, instinctual urge that was completely beyond my control.

I asked with a trembling voice. “The loss of control is inevitable.” His eyes sparkled, as if he had unearthed a hidden memory in his mind. “The thirst for blood is insatiable, the beast will dominate it, acting primarily on primitive instincts. Resulting in violent attacks on anyone or anything in its path.” “Will I become irrational?” I covered my mouth, trying to control the knot in my throat. “How do you guys control it?” Laughing, he had already caught up with me, pulling me closer and digging his claws not too deep into my hip, eliciting a groan of pain.

Not rational desire—instinct, uncontrollable, possessive. "Do you want this?" My voice came out so low and raw I barely recognized it.