How Do I Shift Realities Novels & Stories

I'll just need it when I need to go out of this room. I'm just thinking, what if, I didn't leave early that day? Maybe, my father were still here and I'll wouldn't need that baton because I've still my eyes. And, I couldn't kill anyone just because its dark. Thinking about it makes me want to blame myself. But still, I can't go back in the past. There's no way to be back at the past and change my faith. Should I just accept that it really meant to happen? Must I need to forget everything and just live in the present?

It needs to be bigger, but we also need to be flexible. Or is it just my mind that needs to be flexible? I am the darkness, and the darkness is me. We all carry a bit of the void within us. I just need to get the void to respond. And then, like a beam of light, the truth brightens my perspective, and my understanding changes: The trick isn’t to make the pinprick grow, nor is it to make myself smaller; I need to shift our reality, just like I shift my body between my four forms.

Then, just before it struck, something extraordinary happened. Reality... shifted. Not just around me, but through me. In that moment, I could see everything – every possible outcome, every thread of fate weaving together to form the cosmic tapestry. And I understood what I had to do. "Everyone, to me!" I commanded, my voice carrying power that surprised even myself. As our allies gathered, I began to weave a shield of pure reality – not just magic, but the very stuff of existence itself. The Void struck my barrier and recoiled, its entropy meeting something it couldn't simply unmake. But maintaining the shield was costing me. I could feel myself stretching thin, existing across multiple pla

Just—considering the possibility that its foundation could shift. That it could rest on substrate designed to allow paradox rather than prevent it. "Will you accept?" I asked reality itself. The pause extended forever. Then— "Yes," reality said. And existence transformed.

I said already tired of talking. "Hmm... This one is hard Nicole. Have you ever shifted?" "Shifted? No!" I knew what shifting was and I knew I have never ever shifted. "What does shifting have to do with this." "The trick to this Nicole is shifting. You have to go to a forest, shift, and run round the forest to let out the steam. That's just all. It isn't so hard, but hard for those that haven't ever shifted. It would also be satisfying if you injure the said girl he was cheating on you with. That's a trick, Nicole." Phils explained and I knew what he was saying was way way not for me. I haven't shifted and don't think I would ever shift.

I feel the consciousness of every Sophia across every reality flowing through me—not being consumed, but combining, strengthening, unifying in purpose. "What have you done?" William demands as Truth's body begins to descend, the entity's hold weakening. My voice, when I answer, resonates with the power of a thousand versions of myself: "Changed the pattern." The chamber convulses violently. The columns of matter collapse, the void contracts. Truth falls the remaining distance into Marcus's waiting arms as the altar beneath my hands crumbles to dust. "We need to get out now!" Rodriguez shouts over the cacophony of collapsing realities.

Tamara’s eyes widen in great astonishment while looking at Shahara who stood up and looked at the shelves while talking to her. She already know how to shift at the age of five?! It was incredible! – She remarkably thought. “Shifting can be triggered by various things like anger, too much pain, uneasiness, even too much joy, or loneliness. Heightened emotions can be a probable cause of shifting into our wolf form. We can shift at any time – and it can be uncontrollable – the thing is we must master how to shift back to our human form.” Tamara was attentively listening to whatever Shahara was explaining to her.

"If we run into a fight, you'll get Sayler killed. You know it. I've seen the way she operates. She doesn't take chances." I ground my teeth, tasting copper. She was right. Every instinct in my gut screamed that she was right. I was a liability. I was a weapon with a broken firing pin. "I need to shift," I said, the words hanging in the air between us like a challenge. In the past, shifting was as easy as breathing. It was a drop of a stone into a pool of water, a ripple of power, a smooth transition from man to beast. I closed my eyes and reached for it.

Zehra turned to me, her face as cold as ever, but her eyes briefly softened. “Fractures aren’t just tears. They can be infiltration paths. If they're strong enough, they could push an alternate reality into this realm. Blur the line between shadow and the real world.” I swallowed hard. “You mean they could… twist reality?” “To a degree. They can craft illusions, trap you in memories, even make you doubt yourself. But it hasn’t happened yet. Because you’re still in control.” Halvar stood and tossed another log onto the fire. “We can’t just sit and wait. Tomorrow, we move.”

And then. Thud! She woke up sweating and breathing heavily. She observed her surrounding before taking a sigh of relief. It was a nightmare, again! But what's the gurantee it won't be a nightmare the next time? She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. ••••••••••