Novel & Cerita Unnatural Instinct

My world narrows to the untamed call of instinct, its sharp and dangerous edges cutting away the rest of me. I give in to the freedom of it, let the transformation sweep away the rest of my careful restraint, my careful self. Each leap and bound and push leaves me further from the parts of me that hold on, the parts of me that stay human. My muscles stretch and flex, long and loose, their reach endless and wild. My body knows this, knows this drive, this release, this feeling of being something other than Mara Wolfe. My consciousness stretches thin, too thin to anchor me. I can’t stop. Can’t control it. My instincts take over, leaving nothing but need, nothing but movement, nothing but the d

How could I reconcile the primal urge that surged beneath my skin with the knowledge that to consummate such a union would be to force a square peg into a round hole—a violation of the natural order of things? Steam rose around me, a mist that clouded vision and judgment alike, and for a fleeting moment, I wondered what it would feel like to yield to the call of the wild, to allow instinct to overrule reason. But no, the very idea was madness—a dalliance with disaster that could only end in ruin.

He turned her around and pushed her face over his crotch. His cock brushed against her face and she let him rub it all over her lips, chin, cheeks and nose. The scent of his arousal, and of Jerome’s, unleashed desires in her that could only be animalistic, only natural, a state that every living thing was born with. And it was only the suppressing and stupid nature of the human mind to create inhibitions to deny all things natural. Natasha killed those inhibitions, and buried them for good. She grabbed at the thick base of Eddie’s pulsating meat pole and pushed the entire eight inches into her mouth, down to his huge hairy balls. She felt the pressure of his cockhead at the back of her throa

Fangs flashed as he strained against his restraints, snapping his jaws in my direction. He reminded me of a wild animal that had never had a proper meal. The only thing driving him was hunger. There was certainly no getting through to him when he was in this state. I may never be able to get through to him at this point. My muscles tensed as I had another contraction. I gripped the sheets and bit my cheeks so hard that I could taste blood. I couldn’t afford to whimper in pain. If I did, I would sound like prey. Arthur’s predatory instincts could be enough to overrule his weakened state. Like how some human mothers could lift cars off of their trapped children. Adrenaline was a powerful hormo

My blood bubbled in anger at the mention of that goddess awful group of people and the fact that my father chose to associate Donald with them made my stomach churn in disgust. “No, father. Donald wasn’t one of…those…people,” I couldn’t even get the words out of my mouth and intense glares from a number of pack members burned holes into my skin. It doesn’t take divine wisdom to know that that was my only flaw in the eyes of my people. My hatred for anything and anyone who breaks the natural order of things. Especially those faggots. “Hmm. So the only explanation for this crime is none other than bloodlust.” my father stated matter of factly and I lifted my head so fast that I feared it might

I averted my gaze because I didn’t want to feel barer than before. ‘How did that happen?’ I asked myself. ‘What was that?’ “I just want to talk to you, Arianna,” he said. “Oh.” “I’m not here to bang you as Michael and Renald did.” I winced, feeling like a slut because I did it with two men in one day. “Despite my urges to do so.” I heard him clear his throat. “So, you feel the urges too?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer. “It’s way worse for us supernatural creatures,” he explained. “I bet you already realize by now that our instincts are that of beasts. We are controlled by primordial instincts much more than humans”

"Wait! You act like he's fucking supernatural or something. He doesn't let you know, but you always know when you're gonna be killed by him?" "That's not entirely accurate because we didn't know we were being hunted by him until a month ago in Mexico. We managed to survive and that's the only way we figured it out but other people are different," Seth pauses, thinking of what he'll say next. "Imagine it like this." He puts both hands out. "Humans often have irrational fears and are often carried by instinct alone. This man plays with your instincts. You might not even know who or what he is but he'll come, and you'll know from pure instincts alone. Y'see, humans naturally fear death, or they

“But a skill that’s dangerous if you don’t understand it. You have instincts, Avery. Strong ones. And those instincts… they’re growing.” I shivered, not entirely from cold. The thought of my own instincts growing, evolving into something I couldn’t control, was equal parts terrifying and exhilarating. “And Jaxon,” I murmured, almost reluctantly. “He… he’s different too. He moves, reacts… like no one else. I can’t explain it, but… I feel it when he’s near.”

This wasn’t love. It wasn’t even a desire. It was something else. Something that wanted to own me. Something I couldn’t escape. Something unnatural. Like a spell.

Something was happening inside me that I couldn't control. My wolf rose instinctively, trying to protect me. But instead of bringing comfort, it made things worse. The wolf collided with something else, something foreign invading my body. Vampire bloodlust crashed over me like a wave. Suddenly I could smell everyone's blood, hear every heartbeat, and I wanted to tear into flesh and drink until the hunger stopped. Then witch magic surged through my hands, wild and uncontrolled. Sparks erupted from my fingertips, burning the ground around me. And underneath it all, something else. Something I couldn't name. An instinct that was neither wolf, vampire, nor witch. Something alien and terrifying.