Unnatural Instinct Novels & Stories

My ears seemed block with a whistling sound on repeat mode. DARKNESS Darkness can be measured by the absence of light, Things vanish in presence of its sight. It's a feeling of not knowing your surroundings, cannot seeing the color they hold, When your eyes seem dead and senses feel cold. It is frightening when you cannot hear the chirping of insects or tick-tock of a clock, People fear it's presence yet, it holds a place in one's heart. We hide it behind, covering it with light, Even the sun hide behind darkness when it's the night.

Tristan says, "That same night, I hooked up with Larry's intern's girlfriend. Then, three days later, I killed the intern. My mother was right. Being weak is so much easier. Most feed weakness. If it feels good, do it. Right? So why be strong? Giving in to all my desires is praised more than refraining from them, so why would I fight it? My mother could overcome any trial but me. Because of what I am, she will never be able to comprehend me. Mother couldn't grasp that animals don't need trainers. They're only trained for human pleasure. Animals don't need to date. They don't need to find things in common. They don't require time before they are intimate. When they feel the urge, they fulfill

Each time she breathed, every time she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, something inside me tightened hard. It wasn't a normal attraction. It was something rawer. Heavier. Borderline violent. My wolf kept pushing toward her, snarling every time someone walked too close. I kept telling myself it was stress. Exhaustion. The crisis. Anything else. But the truth was uglier. This was the same sharp, ancient instinct I’d read about once. Paternal Bond Consequence. The instinct triggered when a child—your child—was near. I shoved the thought away so fast it almost made me dizzy.

I asked, jaw dropping. The urge I had felt upon waking had already been more than I could manage. It had been as though my conscious mind had disappeared, replaced entirely by nothing but raw instinct , my most primal desires. Wanting only to act on whatever craving crossed my mind. I couldn't fathom enduring five days of that.

That couldn’t be allowed. I couldn’t have my magic responding to anyone before me. Not when I still had work to do, digging through my own secrets. I needed my mind clear, my responses tactical. Instinct was wild. Instinct was why people got massacred. Bloodlines were destroyed and futures rewritten without their say-so. “You think you’re scared because you can’t categorize it.” Her voice drilled through my brain minutes after she’d left. Irritating and spot on. I’d reacted because she hit too damn close to home. Because the notion that my flesh betrayed what my mind would stubbornly refuse twisted my stomach.

I could feel the silent screams trapped in her throat, the frantic beating of her heart against her ribs, a wild drum solo of pure, unadulterated fear. It was a symphony to my ears, a dark melody that resonated with the primal instincts of my wolf. This was the natural order. Predator and prey. Master and servant. The one who held the power, and the one who was utterly, completely helpless. This was how it was meant to be. This was how it always had been, for centuries, for as long as the curse had clung to my bloodline. A flicker of something, like a tiny, almost imperceptible spark, ignited deep within my human mind. It was a thought, a vague, unwelcome echo of a forgotten morality. Was th

Dominik Restraint is not my nature. Men like me are forged in violence. Every instinct in me wants to break her quickly and brutally, to press her until her fire gutters out and she learns that obedience is simpler than resistance. But I’m not a man ruled by instinct. Instinct makes men sloppy, and sloppy men die. So I choose restraint.

The enemy should never be given the opportunity to see my pain. I've always had my killer instinct in me, call it hereditary or something I was cursed with, it's still deep within me. Not just the killer trance now, but something more refined. I felt it when I took on the demon wolf. The problem however, is the ability to tap into that instinct at will. I hesitate alot. Maybe I'm afraid of causing more damage than I plan to. Can't let that hesitation get in my way.

he said. “You don’t want to touch me?” I let out a dry, breathless laugh, looking between the two of us. “Then why did you keep doing it? Why are you even in this shed? You just pinned me against a wall and told me I belong to you. You literally just threatened to kill any male who looks at me.” “It’s an instinct,” he said, his voice dropping into a flat, quiet tone. “It’s uncontrollable.”

It didn’t change her breathing. “It’s real, isn’t it?” he asked, too gently. She didn’t pretend to misunderstand. “I don’t know what it is.” Adrian’s jaw shifted. “I do.” He looked away at the hedge like there might be a test answer written in leaves. “We have words for it. Old ones. Words your papers would call superstition.” “Then tell me in new ones.” His shoulders rose, fell. “Instinct. Bond. A mark the body makes when the mind fails to keep up.”