Unnatural Instinct Novels & Stories

“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?!"

I tried to maintain my casual demeanor while my stomach did flips as the scent of his soap filled my nostrils, the shirts showing off his leg muscles, his dick swinging a bit as he sank down on the couch, the see through net shirt did nothing to hide his well sculpted chest, biceps and abs. I took the remote and began scrolling through to play a movie for us, but the sight of his dick doing that little swing replayed itself in my head and I could not pay attention as I snuck glances at him. Suddenly, moaning sounds filled the room with naked men and women displayed on the screen, fucking, as the p**n video I was watching earlier continued playing. I gasped and dropped the remote. “Oh my gosh

"Lock the doors. Don't let me back in." But even as he spoke, his body was already moving without his conscious direction, drawn by instincts that had been artificially amplified beyond the limits of his endurance. The townspeople gathering in the streets below called to everything vampiric in his nature, their helpless vulnerability singing a siren song that drowned out decades of carefully cultivated restraint.

He can feel the intense energy radiating from me, a palpable force that crackles in the air like electricity. At that moment, he understands that I am not in command of my actions. My primal instincts, from the dormant beast within me, have been awakened. The darkness that lurks deep within my soul has taken control, and I am teetering on the edge of a precipice, ready to attack anyone who dares to come near me.

"No one touches either of them. I do not care what it costs, what it requires, what I have to become to prevent it. No one." ‎ ‎I felt the absolute, bone-deep certainty behind those words and found it both thrilling and slightly frightening. A depth of possession I had never experienced from anyone in my life. Calla watched this with clinical interest even through her exhaustion. "That instinct is going to be useful," she said carefully. "I want to be clear about that. It is real and it is warranted and it will serve you both in the months ahead. But it will also become a problem if it is not given somewhere productive to go.

As the rabbit lay there, lifeless in my grasp, I couldn't help but feel a sense of shame wash over me. What was I doing, chasing and killing innocent creatures like this? It wasn't who I was, or at least it wasn't who I wanted to be. But as I stood there, panting and covered in blood, I realized that I had no control over my actions. I was a slave to my primal instincts, unable to resist the urge to hunt and kill. It was then that I realized the true horror of what I had become. I was a monster, a creature of darkness and destruction. And there was no turning back. I tried to resist the call of the hunt, to resist the urge to chase and kill. But it was no use. My primal instincts were too st