In Your Arms Shifting Method Novels & Stories

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Fight how you would fight if he was a true enemy. I am a runner, I’m sneaky, and I am a shifter. I stepped up, dipping low, twisting my body on to the ground as I stretched my leg out, swinging it with force. The palms of my hand rest on the soft fabric beneath our feet, but my claws break through, and I can feel the cushion deep within. My leg hits the side of his knee, causing him to buckle, and lose that strong stance he took. He tries to catch himself from falling as I twist my body back up, lifting my knee high, making contact with his chin. His body begins to fly backwards. I grabbed both of his arms, pulling them out, separating them from each other as I pulled him back up towards me,

She shakes out her arms. I can't believe I'm doing this, but ok. I shake out my arms and body. "Now, feel the music. The first move that pops into your head, do it. Don't even think." She starts bouncing around me, spinning hips moving. I'm coming up blank. "You can do it." She grabs my hands and starts jumping back and forth. Rocking my arms and body. The next thing I know I'm jumping around with her, turning, arms swinging. "That's it!" She giggles.

His hand slid down, tracing the length of my spine. Each inch he passed sent a tingling awareness blooming in its wake, my breath hitched at the featherlight drag of his fingertips over sensitive skin. When his palm reached the small of my back, he lingered. Then, in one smooth, startling motion, he shifted his grip, his other arm braced me as my legs were uncoiled from his waist, only to hoist me higher. I instinctively tightened my thighs around his shoulders and locked my calves behind his neck.

Perhaps it was his imagination, or the effect of dark cloth, but the blue scarf seemed narrower, covering less soft periwinkle skin as it wound its way along her frame. The gentle motions of her right arm gradually grew more exaggerated; supple ripples that incorporated more of the slender limb until her entire arm was swaying. With the understated punctuation of more shivery jingling from her empty hands, her hips began to revolve in lazy, vertically canted clockwise circles, while her upper body remained almost perfectly motionless, and her feet still shuffled softly.

Amateurs. She sidestepped his clumsy lunge with fluid grace, her movements swift and precise. Before he could recover, she reached out and grabbed his arm, her grip impossibly strong. With a calculated twist, she applied pressure to his armpit—an arc point known for its excruciating pain if targeted correctly.

Adrian did not move away after asking me to continue. Instead he shifted slightly against the headboard and drew me closer to him, guiding me with quiet patience until I rested against his side. His arm slid beneath my head with steady care, forming a solid support for my neck and shoulders, while his other arm wrapped around my waist and held me gently against him. The movement felt natural, almost instinctive, as though his body had already decided the place I belonged before either of us had time to think about it.

Amelia probed. “Well the first time I shifted, it was very painful as I had never done it before but now, it doesn’t hurt at all,” Adrian answered. “Wow, that’s so cool,” she commented and Adrian chuckled. A loud roar was suddenly heard and Amelia saw the man Arthur was talking to and some other warriors shift. Adrian immediately went back to his serious mode and he made Amelia stand behind him and he slowly started to shift. Goosebumps immediately formed on Amelia’s hand and she was hit with the same dreadful feeling she had felt when they were attacked by Leticia.

I managed to prop myself up with one arm to not apply too much pressure on his shallow breaths, but he only pulled himself closer to me. He painstakingly shifted himself into my lap with much effort, breathlessly puffing for air as he leaned his head into my stomach. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist as he pulled himself even closer to me, if that was even possible, nuzzling his face into my stomach with a shakey breath.