Unnatural Instinct Novels & Stories

A species that other creatures hated more than each other. They were an anomaly, considered to be too powerful to exist and that had been the reason for their extinction. Ally was living proof that Unnaturals weren't completely out of extinction. A truth that people would kill for. My insides churned with dread, an emotion that I didn't think I was capable of feeling until she entered my life. Because it meant that with or without me in her life, she was in grave danger, a fate that even I wouldn't be able to prevent if her secret ever got out.

People are born with natural instincts. One way to destroy a well-studied plan is to follow your instincts. An instinct is so powerful that it can overturn the situation. "Help! Somebody wants to kill me! Phelan is trying to kill me!" Luna keeps on yelling until she arrives at the door. The laceration she created on herself is not deep enough to affect the organs and major blood vessels but it is big enough for her to bleed. She messed up her hair to make herself more pitiful to look at.

He felt an immediate impulse to see her then and there, and no matter how hard he tried to suppress it, the urge got stronger with every passing minute. Unable to subdue the unaccountable urge, he decided to go and have a glimpse of her from a distance. He had sworn to himself, he would never meet her again, but he wouldn't break his pledge if he only looked at her from afar. As he sneaked and slipped out of the manor some time later, he grasped a strange awareness that it wasn't whim or lovesick or any sentimental yearning that moved him this very moment. It felt more like he was driven by instinct. ******

"Tell me bit**! Will you submit!" He tightens the grip and tears leave my eyes,his patience short lived. But I don't lower my eyes,I will never submit. "Submit!" He screams this time and I chuckle. It has begun. I was either going crazy or I was extraordinary brave I don't know but the repercussions of this are never good. I feel that primal instinct in me. The same instinct that defied all logic....the instinct which made me poison my own father. The sickening thought....the third to inflict pain....the hunger to see blood of the man in front of me.

Driving my animalistic need into overdrive overthrowing any rational thoughts before I black out completely allowing my instincts to rule over my body. I don’t know how long or how far we’ve gotten into our carnal desires when I hear Gemma’s soft voice whimpering drawing me out, “West we have to stop right now before it pulls me back under, please.” Shit how far have we gotten I have no idea what happened after I let my instincts take over. As I blink quickly regaining my senses noticing we are both completely naked, and I’m positioned between her legs with my hard cock resting at her entrance. We’re so close to finishing what they wanted, but as I look into her pleading eyes I can’t allow t

“My mother made ten thousand mistakes, and was shameless, pestering you even though you had a family. Those were all her faults. She was lowly, and there was nothing she wouldn’t do. She ruined your family, but could you please… “If you encounter another assassination in what remains of your life, and if you meet a woman when you are running away… If you beg this woman to save your life, and that woman saves you, yet your instinct takes over, and you want that woman on the spot… That’s not your fault, it’s only your instincts as a savage man! You can’t control it! You can’t help yourself! “But please, don’t leave your sperm; that is incredibly noble and valuable genetic material!

Suppressing our instincts—desire, possessiveness, the pull of our bond—was unnatural. We couldn’t expect to have a real relationship without having sex or intimacy—because, at our core, we were still creatures of instinct. If we kept acting like business partners instead of true mates, all we would gain was frustration. Two months might not seem like much now, but what about a year? Two years? The feelings we kept shoving aside wouldn’t just disappear. We would bottle them up until eventually, something inside us snapped. And when an Alpha lost control, the consequences were dangerous. Going feral. Turning rogue. I’d heard the stories, and I didn’t want that for Zephyr.

It’s Christian, and I’m the one on top, the one in control… I will never be in control. I’m a wild animal, driven by instinct, unnatural yet overpowering instinct. Christian clamps his teeth into my neck, and I moan for him to keep going, even if he sucks it all dry, turns me into a demon, just like he did to that civi I was charged to execute... * * *

Her eyes wide, unfocused, not with fear exactly, but something close. Shock. Disorientation. Like the world had just shifted under her feet and she hadn’t caught up yet. Human. There was no doubt now. The scent hit me fully, and for a split second, my control slipped. Hunger surged, hot and immediate, flooding my senses so violently it almost made me take a step forward. Almost. I stopped myself. Locked my body in place. Forced the instinct down with practiced precision. Because this, this was exactly how it started. One moment.

what? Instinct? A shiver of self-loathing runs through me. My father’s greatest lesson was that instinct is a lie. That the wolf inside is a base, stupid creature, and that a true Alpha rules with his mind, with cold, hard logic. And my logic just bet the entire pack on a pair of arresting green eyes and a cocky smile.