I Am Shifting Method Novels & Stories

After the war between humans and shifters, an alliance was formed to keep the peace. The price? Daughters of the human nobility had to choose a shifter as their mate. The first half-blood born from this union would become the new ruler, ensuring that peace would last. As the eldest daughter of the Morrison family, I was the first to be chosen. But right after I chose the wolf Alpha, Calvin, I saw a vision on our engagement day. Because I failed to conceive after six months, Calvin locked me in a cage, determined to use me as a vessel for his pure bloodline. After I finally gave birth to the prophesied hybrid, my sister, Trina, appeared, claiming she wanted to take care of me. But the truth

I need to come out of this shell that is my body. ''Fuck'' I mutter to myself with heavy breaths. If I don't shift, I will be intolerable for the rest of the day. I put on my shirt ignoring all the sweat and make a run for the woods. That is the one close to my home, it is the only one I would feel safe running around in my bare form. Shifting is a process; it is not the easiest one but it gives me a bittersweet pleasure. I feel it before I even see my body change. My bones crackle up from within, they bend and shift to the shape I will soon take. The pain is strong but it is also exciting. My skin opens and the hairs spring out. This takes a couple of minutes and then I am on all fours and

"No, silly, it's your first shift, so your body has to align with my soul. For that, you will go into extreme pain, and your bones will break into different angles to make the shift happen." "Oh, will it hurt a lot?" I asked. "Yes, the first shift usually hurts a lot, but after that, it becomes easy. For now, I can say to you that whenever you shift, if Jacob is nearby, he can decrease your pain by taking it in." "How will he take it?" "He is your mate; you both share a sacred bond, and that means he can take your pain too." "My wolf, it was great talking to you!" I chuckled while touching my tummy.

Oh, well. “Are there any close neighbors?” I ask. “Yeah. But ‘close’ is different for us. Because we can . . .” “Transform into wolves?” “No. Well, yeah, but . . .” His cheeks have an olive tinge. God, I think he’s blushing. Because of course they’d flush green. “Shift. We call it shifting. We don’t become something else. We just kind of toggle between two settings.” This time I do smile, keeping my lips sealed. “Love the coding references.”

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."

I asked again. She nodded enthusiastically. “Alright. Now, move a little back. Gotta give 'em time to adjust to you,” I said, buying myself time to prep for the transformation, and just holding out of her a little. ‘I don’t need time to adjust,’ Bane sneered. ‘I know,’ The anticipation on her face was almost cute to watch. I closed my eyes, let out an exhale, and shifted. Since Bane was at least twice my mass, the clothes on my body would tear if he were to just burst out. Hence, we developed a shifting system where we shift and take off the clothes at the same time.

By the time anyone looked, I lowered my hand again. Elder Mira was already moving and she stepped toward me quickly. “Are you alright?” she asked, placing a hand lightly on my arm. “I’m fine,” I said. She took the bottle from my hand smoothly, then she leaned in slightly, close enough that no one else could hear. “When you start feeling uneasy in your tummy,” she whispered, “ you have to shift immediately.” I frowned slightly. “What if it happens when it's not time?” “If you don’t shift when the uneasy feeling begins,” she murmured, “you won’t be able to shed it when it passes.”

I winced, my heart kicking. Darius’ expression softened. He took a step forward before he stopped himself. "I know, baby. Shifting is painful. I won't lie and say the pain will stop the more you shift. It won't. But it'll get easier and you'll become used to it. Your first shift hurt like hell. Your second will also hurt like that but lessen just by a little. Third, fourth, fifth, and you won't feel like you'll want to die." I took a deep breath. "So… so this shift will be as painful as the first?"

You don't have to talk to me right now, you can just shift, go for the run, hunt and do whatever you want and we will talk after. After an extremely long monologue with myself, I waited for her to take over knowing full well she can't resist the opportunity to run and hunt with free reign to our body. A few minutes later, after what I think is a decision-making process with herself, I find myself shifting. I prepare for the passenger method and once again I am shifted to the back of my body. I tried to be as quiet as possible without sending any thoughts to her to make her angry or distracted.

"Knew you'd show up eventually. You're too stubborn not to." "Stubbornness is one of my most attractive qualities," I mutter, and he laughs again, reaching out to tug gently on a strand of my hair. "It really is," he agrees, and then his expression shifts into something more serious. "Okay, so here's the thing about shifting. It's not actually that complicated once you get past the mental blocks. Your body knows what to do. Your wolf knows what to do. The only thing getting in the way is your human brain trying to logic its way through something that isn't logical."