Psycho Shift Novels & Stories

Cassian staggered to his feet, staring at me like I was a monster he had never seen coming. My claws trembled. The partial shift burned, unstable, like my body wasn’t fully ready. Pain lanced through my spine and my vision flickered. I could feel myself slipping— the power threatening to pull me under completely or collapse me right here in front of everyone. “Great timing,” I thought bitterly. “First public shift and I’m about to face-plant like an idiot who tried yoga for the first time. Ten out of ten for dramatic entrance.”

All of them wondering the same thing, 'Who is she?' Everyone looked around at each other smiling happily, before coming to a final agreement of copying the girl on the stage. 'You got me feeling like a psycho, psycho Got me chasing shots of NyQuil, NyQuil Without you, I get antsy and upset But with you, I fall apart Boy look what you've started I can't stand you, heartless Like a psycho, psycho (psycho, psycho) Got me chasin' shots of NyQuil, NyQuil (NyQuil, NyQuil)

If the problem isn't psychological or stress-induced then there was no hope of me ever being a full wolf. "I know it is. Research has shown that most cases of half-shifters are due to psychological reasons." He placed both of his hands on my shoulder, and squeezed lightly, "I'll help you break those barriers, little wolf." I wanted so badly to believe him. His eyes were fueled with determination and the reassuring smile on his lips worked in convincing me. I just had to break whatever thing was holding me back mentally, But how? I reiterated the question aloud and his smile widened, as though he had prepared for this beforehand. He took a step back, and released me,

Baspo held my shoulder immediately. “I will not let that happen. Did you hear it? I will not let that happen, bitch.” I roared. I was angered. My eyes started changing. Baspo held me. He kept murmuring in my ears. He kept stopping me. I was shifting. I wasn’t in a condition to control myself. Not now. Miracle wanted out. The whispers got louder. My anger and frustration matched the pace. Miracle was trying hard to take charge. I was resisting. It was not the right thing to do. I shouldn’t shift. Baspo's words were clouded. I couldn’t hear him.

"More embarrassing than my parents being moved to economy?" "They were seats." I tossed the airline change records onto the desk. "You moved my parents out of the seats I bought so Bianca's parents could feel important. Do not call that nothing." Ethan's jaw tightened. "I just wanted to take care of Bianca's parents. After she came back, I couldn't let her lose face." "So you let me lose mine." "You're strong. People can't hurt you." I laughed. Everyone who lived off me loved calling me strong.

“Hold it out flat. Now envision exactly what you want to happen.” I bit my lip. I thought as hard as I could, but still nothing happened. I let out a breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding in a great huff. “It’s not working,” I whispered. “I can’t do it. I can’t shift.” “No, of course you can! Don’t say that. You’ve just forgotten how, that’s all.” “But what if I haven’t forgotten?” I blinked up at him helplessly. “What if I could never shift in the first place?”

Even Marino had begun to show a strange affection, bringing me silk scarves and jewelry from his travels. How was I to know that was just the deceptive calm before the storm? It was crazy how the world could flip on its axis in a single night. The night of my eighteenth birthday. October 15, 2021. The night I shifted. In our circles, shifting had become a private, almost sacred affair. While families celebrated afterward, the actual event was usually solitary, followed by a week of isolation to allow the subsequent heat to pass in dignity.

I began to walk on my two feet past him, and he came to my side, “Why don’t you shift?” “I can’t shift.” “What? Why?” “I can’t shift right now is what I meant,” I said as I continued to walk. How could I shift when I was in shock? There were instances where a wolf shift couldn’t happen. Such instances include shock, trauma, and grief. I was in shock. And my wolf was in shock too. We almost lost our lives. Or so it seemed. Bentley held my shoulder to stop me, and I winced in pain from the bruise I incurred there.

“Protect… I didn’t know what that was until much later.” “What do you mean?” I whispered, looking at him. “Because I shifted traumatically, I lost my humanity… I didn’t ease into shifting like you are. Like everyone else does. Shifting the way I did can cause our kind to become insane. It would explain why I wanted nothing but vengeance against those who killed our families. Why I felt a disconnect with myself, why I didn’t believe that I would ever get better. I knew something was wrong with me, and so did Adam. Everyone else thought it was just my genetics. ‘Crazy runs in the blood’.”

Audrey was pissed, she knew Sharon was only trying not to mock her. "Or what is the problem? Have you failed to shift yet?"Sharon laughed out. "Clearly the moon goddess did you real dirty."Audrey suddenly felt a sharp crack within her back and this made her scream in pain. Slowly, she fell to the floor, both hands on the ground and Sharon was amazed as Audrey was slowly shifting. Audrey made one last yell, which eventually turned into a howl. She looked down at her feet in disbelief, seeing how drastically she had changed.