Crystals For Shifting Novels & Stories

My knees wobbled, but I still decided to take a step toward the doors and— “Fuck,” I hissed as I fell to the floor no better than a log of wood. The crystals seemed to react to my movement, pulsing, shimmering, humming. My head began to spin. I needed to get out of here. I needed to throw those damn crystals out. They were suffocating me. They were hurting me. They were—

Niggas was already throwin’ cash, bills raining around me like confetti. I dropped into a full split, grinding my pussy against the stage floor, then bounced back up, twerkin’ hard—my ass moves fast, cheeks smacking loud, titties bouncing free in that tiny bra. I ripped the bra off mid-spin, letting my heavy tits spill out, nipples hard as diamonds under the lights. I slid my hands down my body, squeezing my own titties, then sliding between my thighs, rubbing my pussy through the thong till the fabric was soaked.

“Unless you learn to control the crystal. At least now we know it reacts to anger, but you need to learn more and discipline it.” Her voice cracked. “I don’t think I can. When I attacked Tina, all I wanted was to kill her. I couldn’t stop and it was like I wasn’t myself.” Her hands trembled, and I held one in mine to help her stay calm. “Want to know what I do when I lose myself and need some control?” I asked. She looked at me. “I train to let it all out. It keeps me steady. You can start there, and we’ll give you everything you need to control the crystal.”

Aurel's footsteps drew closer, his analytical hunger warring with something that looked almost like belonging. The first shop sold enchanted fabrics that shifted color with the wearer's mood, that adjusted temperature to the weather, that repaired themselves when torn. Dahlia bought seven lengths, her fingers trembling as she pressed her crystal payment chip against the reader, her eyes glowing with a joy that looked almost foreign on her carefully constructed face. "The next," she announced, already pulling me toward a display of memory crystals that pulsed with internal light. "And the next. And the next."

Only dominant alphas and omegas and powerful betas could have the possibility of shifting. The glands were what made the realm. They were the building blocks of this realm. Destroying that would be like ignoring work, then destroying a human's five senses. I didn't realize the shifter world was this dark. I guess I must have still been seeing it from the perspective of an outsider, so I never looked deep enough. "You said protect and destroy? What protection does it give?" I asked. "Other people use it because they want to damage their glands," he said curtly.

Leaving a breath, C*ssie gave in and Crystal had to shift back to the human form because she knew his wolf would not leave her so she needed to talk to him. Seeing her shifting, Ramos also shifted back into his human form when he noticed how their eyes were locked with their n*ked body rubbing against each other. Seeing his n*ked chest, Crystal's cheeks instantly turned red but moving her eyes off him, she tried to remove her hands from his hold, "Leave me." Ramos just kept staring at her as he knew their wolves shifted back so that they could mark each other and now seeing her n*ked under him, his blood went hot as he wanted to pounce on her just like how impatient his wolf was!

I watch everything in awe and I have to admit; except there's a perfect strategy to attack this pack, the blue moon pack doesn't have a chance against the Silvercrest pack in any way because they are better than them. I'm still watching with full interest when Krystal approaches me then she playfully nudges me with her elbow and smiles at me when I turn to look at her. “C’mon, you should try shifting too. You're one of us now…” “...So I should train with you guys too” I finish her sentence and she laughs softly. “Yeah that, so you should try shifting too. It'll help you to also get better at it” she says and it is really hard for me to say no.

“The only power we had was what she graced us with under her light. When she shined brightest, she gave us the power to shift.” I grinned and glanced outside. It would be a few more days before the next full moon, but if this was right, then, at the least, she would be able to shift under the full moon. I was about to close the book when something on the page caught my eye. “Except for her.” I frowned and skimmed the page. “Except for she who was closest to the Goddess and given the Crystal of the Moon.” I licked my lips. The phrase was familiar. I remembered it from a story from when I was a kid. The Crystal of the Moon was supposed to be some sort of piece of jewelry, a necklace, I think.

She’d placed small crystals in each corner of the nursery, linked them with thread she’d woven spells into, and connected the whole thing to a larger crystal she kept in her room. “The moment their power spikes,” she’d explained, showing me the setup, “this crystal will glow and pulse. Different colors for different types of power surges. Red for Ari’s white light manifestations. Gold for Ash’s flame episodes. Purple if both happen simultaneously.” “And has it been going off?” I’d asked.

Ezra’s P.O.V I placed the moon crystals in a circle around myself, keeping to my position right at the centre of the circle. The crystals all looked like tiny full moons, all in perfect rounds in a beautiful milky white colour and bearing some kind of black marbling on them. Even though the moon was no longer full or at its brightest, it still held power. As the Shrine Maiden, I could harness that power and bestow it upon my Alpha and my packmates, making them stronger, more resilient to the rogues and powerful in their own right.