Unnatural Instinct Novels & Stories

Damnit, I cursed as I ran it under my arms trying not to get any on the black dress. And that is what separates me from other vampires. I still have human reactions to things. Vampires don't. A black vampire born in the antebellum South would have no instinct to end slavery forever. A vampire born a Jew during the Holocaust would be going against their vampire sensibilities if they hunted down and tortured Hitler. Vampires' instincts are all about self-preservation, caring only about the things that affect them personally. And it was the reason Thirds were vilified. Generally our human instincts were still completely intact. We followed our hearts and not always our heads. I know I've been g

It awakens the monster within me, and I snarl, unable to hold back the beast within me. "Please don't come closer..." I growl and cover my face with the palms of my hands—a migraine is creeping over my head. The darker part of my brain is speaking words into my head: "Eat him! He won't live another day anyhow! He is bleeding out! And eating human flesh makes us stronger!" I try to shake the ominous voice out of my head and regain control, but I'm struggling. Fighting against my instincts is hard, and tears roll down my chin when I notice the kid crawling towards me.

Even if the prey could not see the predator, they would be able to sense it and make their escape. The same applied to humans as well, who should also have these natural instincts. However, due to the complexity of the human mind where there are too many things stored in the mind, we have ended up “forgetting” about this instinct. On the other hand, through Zayn’s training, he was able to “recall” this instinct within him again. This was way Zayn’s attention was caught when he felt that someone was staring at him silently in the darkness,

"You are something else. Have you thanked him enough?" "He's doing a good job." "Or you are nervous?" "I'm not nervous. Where do you get that from?" "Anxious eyes, erratic heartbeat. Oh, and the awkward laughter." "I'm a feral beast. We tend to run on anxiety. Everything we do is based 8n emotion, instinct, or necessity." "I see you are finally coming out of denial. See, you run on instinct. Nature. Now that we've addressed that, can we go back to our earlier conversation. The one we had before leaving my house."

I huff aloud, getting up from my seat and walking towards the loading area. Once I pass through the terminal and find my seat on the plane, I turn to gaze out the window, then my wolf decides it is a good time to intervene with my plans. “What the hell are you doing?” She demands in a growl. I roll my eyes at myself. “Can you just leave me the hell alone” I retort with annoyance. “Um, no I can’t we are now one person, where the hell am I supposed to go?” She says with frustration. “Ugh, stop talking to me!!” I shout aloud forgetting that I am on a plane and I look to see everyone staring at me. “Stop talking to me you are making people think I’m crazy” I hiss in my link with my wolf.

“She’s an entirely different person once she sets her mind into it. Every punch and every move was meant to cause some damage. And although she lacks the foresight, she makes up for it by being adaptable. I can’t predict her moves especially when she doesn’t think about it. It just suddenly appears out of nowhere and it always catches me off guard.” “She’s a natural.” I say. “She’s got so much potential it’s scary. Now that I think about it, what happened to Ugetsu was a clean kill. It was life or death for the both of them.” It wasn’t just adrenaline rush, something inside her has awaken at that moment. Like a beast that suddenly tore through her skin. And Hope knew it. Her father knew abou

Unaware of their approach, my defensive instincts kick in, my muscles tensing as I prepare to pounce on the intruders. My feral instincts take over, my body coiled like a tightly wound spring, ready to unleash its power. Every fiber of my being is focused on the imminent strike, my senses honed to detect any movement or sound. Just as I am about to unleash my attack, a pair of arms suddenly wrap around me, their grip firm and unyielding. Surprised, I let out a yelp of surprise, my body instinctively squirming in an attempt to break free from the unexpected restraint.

Instinct. The bond keeps pulling them toward each other automatically. Every time debris crashes nearby, his body angles subtly toward hers. Protective. Unconscious. And now that she understands what the councils spent years trying to suppress inside him, the instinct means something entirely different. Not possession. Care. They reach the upper archive levels just as another collapse tears through the eastern corridor. Stone explodes outward across the chamber while silver crystal veins crack violently through the walls. One of the guards curses. “The outer tunnels are failing.”

Dominance that doesn't negotiate. I: Incubus Feeding, Inhuman Stamina, Instinct Overriding Thought, Impossible Stretching Sexual energy harvested as sustenance. Partners who don't tire or need breaks. Primal urges that override rational decision-making. Bodies accommodating sizes that seem impossible. J: Jealous Possession, Jaw-Gripping, Joining Mating Bonds Territorial behavior and obsessive claiming. Hands on throats and jaws as control. Supernatural bonds that tie souls together permanently. K: Knotting Werewolf/Hellhound Style, Kinky Supernatural Abilities

Adjusted based on how I'd responded before. Reacted to my reaction in real-time. I barely avoided the contact, moving on pure instinct. My shoulder brushed something solid, Warm with body heat, Alive in undeniable way. I twisted away instantly, survival instinct overriding analysis. Distance. Reset. That wasn't system behavior I could exploit. That was instinct refined through experience. Refined through countless repetitions. Trained but still fundamentally organic. But not predictable like systems were. Lena's voice came again, shaking with fear. "What is that?!"