How To Shift Reality Novels & Stories

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.

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

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

He can't teach me something that should've been a part of my life since I was a pup. Then, there's the painful concept of semi-shifting, as he calls it. It's the impressive ability to shift a certain part of your body rapidly to make it stronger. So, you'd throw a punch at your opponent and shift partially, making the blow almost deadly. I can't grasp this whatsoever. I find it impossible to shift only one part of me and have no guidance or the damndest clue on how to do it. Instructor Wylde offers no advice. I'm standing amidst a relatively large group of people but I've never felt more alone in all my life.

Cain explained that this was where new wolves practiced shifting in a controlled environment away from the main pack. "First shift is always the hardest because you're fighting your instincts instead of working with them. You need to stop thinking and start feeling. Let your body do what it wants to do." "That's not helpful advice." "I know. But there's no instruction manual for this. Everyone's first shift is different." He stepped back to give me space. "Close your eyes and focus on what you're feeling. All that pressure under your skin, all that energy that needs an outlet. Follow it instead of pushing it down."

He looked at me, then he looked at the rods on the ground, then he looked at me again. "That's not possible," he said. "My father couldn't have given you the ability to shift reality." Kael's expression changed. He didn't look confused anymore. He looked scared. Kael moved. He shifted back into the white state, the one where he could vanish and reappear, the one where he could stab me without me seeing. But I followed him. I was right there with him, back in the white space. He saw me. His eyes went wide. "You followed me," he said. "You can't follow me. No one can follow me."

Marin and Ralius walked along the path to the main door, but it felt like the path was getting longer and longer the more she walked. "Why haven't come yet..." Ah! Why is there a hazy fog, this time I can't see the door. "It's a mid-level illusion, Marin don't worry, you just need to focus your mind without attachment and you can break this illusion." Marin listened to Ralius and closed her eyes without thinking. After a while, she slowly opened her eyes and looked at her surroundings.

However, her attitude suddenly changed as she yelled at me righteously, "You only have yourself to blame for being unlucky! That was your karma, and you deserved it!" Indeed, I deserved everything coming at me. "Aren't you about to die? Doesn't that mean it's your karma and you deserved it too?" Shirley was so triggered by my words that she suddenly clutched at her heart and gasped shallowly for air. Rachel quickly held her up and frowned at me. "You know that Mom is in poor health, Aaron. Stop triggering her like this. Also, you're not allowed to sell off this house!" As soon as Shirley heard that, she suddenly no longer felt dizzy or had no difficulty breathing and screamed at me with a fi

Then reality came crashing back. “Listen carefully,” he said suddenly, his tone shifting again, more serious now, more focused. I straightened immediately. “I’m about to push him further,” he continued, “and when I do… he’s going to slip.” “I’ll be ready,” I said. “Don’t just listen,” he added, “feel it… filter it… separate what he believes from what he was told.” I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “I can do that.” “I know you can.”

“Reality itself rebels, tries to reconcile the contradictions by destroying everything involved in creating them.” I’m watching people I know flicker in and out of existence and I realize my choice to save future children is killing present people, the cosmic restructuring creating consequences I didn’t predict. “There has to be a way to stop this,” I say desperately. “A way to keep the new laws but stabilize them so they don’t destroy everything.” “There is,” the Reconciliation says. “Remove the source of the contradiction. You. End your existence and the changes you made become theoretical instead of actual. Reality reconciles back to what it was before you broke it.”