How To Shift Realities Novels & Stories

"Your wolf will try to capitalize on your weakness. We're going to show it that even when you're broken, you still rule." I led him to a small, enclosed clearing I’d found earlier. It was surrounded by thick, ancient trees, their branches twisted and gnarled like skeletal fingers. The perfect pressure cooker. "We're going to trigger the shift again," I explained, circling him slowly. "But this time, you're going to hold it. You're going to stand on the precipice, feel the beast clawing at your insides, and then you're going to pull it back. Before it takes control. No more full shifts."

Sweat trickled down her cheeks and slid along her jaw like a rivulet that soon soaked through her shirt collar. She was too nervous, her blood pulsing loudly in her ears. Her heart leaped to her throat when she heard the sound of talking outside the door. Suddenly, the shackle on one wrist was undone. Elated, Natalie used her free hand to unlock the other shackle. She carefully slid off the bed, feeling along the wall as she padded toward the window. Each step felt treacherous, like she was treading the edge of a blade. Thankfully, she reached the window without incident.

She stared at the wall and counted her breaths. He worked methodically, never rushing, never pulling. The backs of his fingers grazed her skin through the thin fabric, each time a little lower, each time more deliberate. When he reached the final button low against her spine, the dress loosened and fell to the floor, leaving her standing in only her shift. “Is that better?” he asked. She nodded. The sound of rain filled the room. Slowly, he slipped the shift down her arm, exposing her shoulder and the curve of her throat. His fingers lingered. She could smell the sharpness of horse and sweat and rain.

Sienna, present... The thing about my life is that it feels as though I have lived many. From my torturous childhood, to the death of my pack, to being left alone for years. I've seen many things someone would barely see in 3 lifetimes let alone my miserable 1. The fact I'm still here still astounds me. 24 years old and all I've known is misery, distaste and cruel people. I decided when I was able to shift that I would no longer be this awful waste of space person.

Pythia POV: Everything seemed so different but the same. There has been so much new information and not enough time to process it. I could hear peoples conversations from all over, I could not only feel their emotions but could see them. "Is it still overwhelming?" Tye asked. "A little, I mean with seeing emotions and intentions and hearing literally everyone it's kind of hard to separate them." I replied. "Think of it as ropes, you need to untangle them and then once they are separated it'll be much easier to handle." Tye said gently. "So how does shifting work? Does it hurt? You all make it seem so easy.'' I said. "It might hurt a little at first but the more you do it the easier and faste

The shifting realities were a reminder of the fluidity of time and the profound impact of their actions. As they continued their journey, the shifting realities intensified, culminating in a breathtaking panorama—a convergence of pivotal moments from different eras. Battles waged, kingdoms rose and fell, and individuals faced choices that reverberated through time. Elysia felt herself drawn into these moments, experiencing the triumphs and sorrows of those who had come before her.

He’s a strong wolf but he’s not even a beta. I could feel us getting closer when the smell of blood hit my nose. I pushed Rain to go as hard as she can. I could smell hers and Jennies fear swirling in the air. I saw Sairos body up ahead, he still hasn’t shifted back to his human. I slowed Rain down as we approached. The stench of the bear was everywhere. I tightened the reins on Rain and circled. Sairo was barely breathing and he couldn’t connect through the mind link. I went to dismount when I saw him. He had shifted back to his human form was running full speed at us. I drew my arrow and fired off a bow but he dodged it. Jennie was now yelling my name. The attacker getting closer, then he

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.

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.

Mal said, trying not to look excited, “I figured out how to shift today.” Nate and I just stared at her. “The fuck you say!” Nate found his voice first. The girls nodded. “Mina helped me. She told me about her first shift, and how it felt afterward to shift. It made sense, so I tried it. I visualized the animal I wanted to be, and just breathed into that shape. It was really simple.” “Mallory Braedon,” I was stunned. “Congrats!” I jumped up and down, then I gave her a huge hug.