How To 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?

At that moment, however, Sela seemed vulnerable and was the opposite the tough exterior that she had shown to the newcomers. Mira saw Eldion look at her, but she also did not know how she would act. Back at Thunka’s Entertainment Palace, she had been trained on how to deceive people by acting and making up stories that would capture her target’s sympathy. Mira learned how tears could do wonders in getting an upper hand on targets that were quite difficult to crack. When presented with an actual situation where a woman cries in front of her, Mira was quite clueless on what to do. She wondered if Sela was just acting just as Mira was able to let her tears fall at will. Then, seeing that it loo

I focus on each individual, reaching out with my senses, trying to tap into the power that lets me see beyond the physical world. It’s exhausting work, and more than once, I feel Ruin’s supportive hand on my shoulder, steadying me. The first few attempts are met with frustration. It’s like trying to grasp smoke - elusive, fleeting. Each failure drains a bit more of my energy, leaving me feeling increasingly weak. I push on, driven by a determination to unearth the truth, to find something that could give us an advantage. Then, with one of the shapeshifters, something shifts within me. It’s as if I’ve tuned into a clearer frequency, the vision sharpening into focus. I see him, not just the fa

We were far from done with this bullshit, only the Goddess knew what Eden was doing as if there wasn’t a trap set for her in that damned house. “Shift back,” I finally told Leo. He instantly got back to his feet and shook his body like a real dog would. His facial expression turned extremely serious as he started making weird sounds, but nothing happened. After watching him make a fool out of himself for about two minutes, I decided to put him out of his misery. “Focus on Titus and how he looks. Imagine your claws becoming hands, face morphing into human form and so on. That’s the only way you can shift. Perfectly, try to force Titus to take control, that could make the shifting process easi

Jax laughed it off like it never really mattered that his parents didn't like me. The party was fun. Jax and I were enveloped in each others worlds as he kissed my forehead and introduced me to alphas and lunas from other packs and other dignitaries or warriors in packs from the area. All that mattered was us. It was 11:30 and I could tell Jackson was getting ready for shifting. It was something that always happened outside, under the moon, and whoever he trusted to be around him.

“You’re missing how this whole thing works, babe. You can’t force yourself to change, but you have to allow yourself to do it.” Everly raised both eyebrows. “What?” she asked. She really had no idea what he was talking about. “You know that you want to be a human again, right? So you just let yourself become a human. It will probably help if you close your eyes the first few times you do it, but you don’t have to. Just imagine yourself back in your human body, and it will happen. It’s really not rocket surgery.” He winked at her, and she scoffed at his bad joke—rocket surgery. “I’ll shift, go in, get dressed, bring out a blanket, and then, you won’t have to worry about standing out here nake

"Don't worry. Even if you don't stay in the military housing, you're still my one and only husband. I'll treat you well from now on. By the way, I only treat Marcus as my younger brother." At that moment, because she had never spoken to me so tenderly before, I felt my guard slip a little. Suddenly, a truck came speeding around the corner straight toward us. Jessica grabbed Marcus' hand and pulled him to safety. In the chaos, I felt someone shove me. As the car barreled toward me, I froze in terror. The vehicle swerved sharply and hit me, dragging me along the ground. The pain was so intense that I blacked out, and cold sweat streamed down my face.

But it will end with my daughter remaining free, not in Council custody being studied like a lab specimen. _*]:min-w-0"> I released the full measure of my power. Not just Alpha dominance, but the reality-manipulation abilities I'd mastered over decades of study. The abilities that had made me the most powerful shifter in North America before jealous rivals orchestrated my downfall. _*]:min-w-0"> _*]:min-w-0"> _*]:min-w-0"> The transformation was immediate and dramatic. _*]:min-w-0"> Reality bent around us, space folding in ways that made the Council members stumble. Trees rearranged themselves into a protective circle. The cottage multiplied into five identical structures, each radiating Mir

“I hate every one of you. “I never want to see any of you again.” Then the light swallowed me. And I disappeared from the shifter world for good. --- Three years had passed since I returned to my own world. At first, I still woke from nightmares, trapped again in that other life. But work grew busier. Time moved on. Slowly, the memories faded. The shifters’ faces blurred until they no longer seemed real. Sometimes, I wondered whether it had all been nothing more than a nightmare.

The shift did not hurt. That was the very first thing I understood, not thought, but understood, in the specific way the biology understands reality long before the human mind catches up. I had been braced for absolute agony. Every fragmented account I had ever half heard about shifting wolves described it as a primal torment, bones dynamically fracturing, the flesh rewriting itself, a violent transition that extracted a heavy cost before it ever granted power. I had prepared for that physical cost the way you prepare to force open a door you know is going to be impossibly heavy.