Reality Shifter Novels & Stories

“I didn’t get the text until I got here.” “Sure you didn't,” She mutters, laughing and shaking her head. Then she puts her hands on her hips, looking between him and the jacket, blinking rapidly with a dumbfounded look on her face. "Take off your t-shirt. What's leather gonna do for her? It's damn near winter and she will be human when she shifts back. It's cold, you moron," she says, making a finger motion at Jace to take his shirt off. He struggles to quickly take his shirt off. Half shocked by my sister's demanding bark, I let out a cackle, almost forgetting I hadn't shifted back to my human form yet.

The crowd burst into gasps. Meanwhile, Natalie was too busy soaking in the masterpiece unfolding on Sienna's face. She wouldn't miss a second of it. As the room hung in stunned silence, Natalie put on her shocked expression and seized control of the conversation. "So, Ms. Spencer, none of those pieces were actually yours? That explains why your style 'magically' shifted from realism to abstract overnight. Did you honestly think we wouldn't notice? How could you do this to everyone who trusted you?" As Natalie's words sank in, the crowd buzzed with murmurs.

I could hear her bones being crushed and her body popping and ripping as they began to pull. “Where is she!” I shouted as her screams of agony grew louder. “I’m right here!” The real one shouts. The copy that was screaming her head off was in my line of sight. So I ripped her in half as blood gushed everywhere. As I stated upon her horrified face I could tell she was the real one. She had bodily fluids all over her like everyone else here did. The fact that she created that copy so quickly drew much concern. “Did that copy cat Radiant send you? I’m surprised she found an Atlantean to do her dirty work.” Her comment would suggest that she is the real shifter and Radi is the copy.

Susan Jackson has always aspired to be a successful fashion designer. Unfortunately that dream was beginning to look impossible after numerous rejection from the number one fashion company in New York. Faced with the opportunity to compete with various students for the opportunity to finally become a designer in the Beautyspy fashion company. Susan will do anything to make sure her dreams come true, even if it means working closely with her old crush Joseph Crown, CEO of Beautyspy fashion company and her despicable step sister Amelia Friday.

But the shifter flinched away from her intensity. "Too much," it gasped. "Too... bright..." *Nexus will moderate,* the consciousness soothed, creating buffer between Lyra's power and the damaged being. Light dimmed to comfortable glow, divine template filtered to manageable levels. The shifter slowly stabilized, its form settling into something vaguely humanoid. "Thank you... thought I would scatter forever..." "What happened to you?" Dimitri asked gently. "Reality died," the shifter whispered, and everyone froze. "My timeline... collapsed. Only few escaped. Scattered across dimensions. Looking for... sanctuary..."

Do you think he is still mad at us? No… but I’m still furious with him. She snapped her teeth. Two faced hypocrite. I’m not mad… Lillah told her counterpart in a quiet voice. I’m annoyed enough for the both of us – you don’t have to be mad. Isn’t that a … dissonance of thought? Aren’t we meant to be the same? Lillah shivered with worry and a sleepy Rhy pulled her closer. It wasn’t common, but it happened – differences between the two halves twisting the shifter to become insane or wild.

If she asked a question he was going to answer it. "Dragons?" Her face wide with a smile, her eyes a light with joy. "What?" He felt like he had missed something. "Are dragons real?" "Oh, our game. Yes." "No way! Like real dragon dragons? Like Game of Thrones Dragons!?" "Um not like that, they are shifters. Like me. They are very rare though, but even if you were near one you would just see a human. A human who made your skin crawl and made you feel like prey, but still appears human."

' she scolds them. For a while she stares outside replaying the day before in her head and her head snaps back remembering her shift. The pain, Landon being there and then she remember him disappearing and a large and graceful jaguar in his place. ' What happened?' She asks Luna and Aurora. 'You finally shifted. You are in the progress of gaining your true Identity' Luna says 'But I'm just a normal human. Shifters are just a myth, some story being used to scare children around a campfire and in horror movies!' she snaps back at Luna. Feeling Shock and horror at the thought of the monsters she saw in a few movies.

William had to concentrate to hold his shape, lest he be caught up in the force of Lycaon's anger. The other wolves in the room started to shift; their faces contorting right before everyone's eyes. They clearly weren't able to fight off the release of Lycaon's power as well as William could. Emily stepped close enough to William that she was plastered to his side. Her eyes darted everywhere, and William could smell her fear; wafting from her in waves. That amount of fear would be like an invitation to the wolves if they shifted fully. A moment later; as quickly as it had come; the power cleared. It was as though a fresh breeze blew through the room and carried it away. All shifting stopped,

Words eluded him, after he'd said her name with so much surge of emotions. But then, the thoughts came. The hopelessness. The possibility that this could be another god-damned mirage. Another trick to get him at his edge. Another lie. Another reason to leave him more sullen. But as much as Arthur tried to convince himself that this was a mirage, it wasn't working. The voice was so vivid. And this time, he'd found someone who seemed like she owned the voice. His shaky fingers grabbed the shot glass and he took its content in a quick draught. Dizziness crawled up his eyes, but he definitely shook it off.