Reality Shifting Novels & Stories

"But broken. Stuck between shapes." The being's eyes—the only constant feature—locked onto us with desperate hope. "Help... please... can't... stop... changing..." Through Compassion, Sarah approached slowly. "You're safe now. The sanctuary will hold you stable while you heal." *Analyzing damage,* Nexus reported. *Shapeshifter exposed to reality storm. Form matrix destabilized. Needs anchor point to rebuild from.* "I can provide that," Lyra offered, divine power offering stable template. But the shifter flinched away from her intensity.

Nick says. I take a deep breath. If they have something I can use to know some more about who I am then why not. I'm gunna die anyway right. "My name is sienna. I'm here because i slipped from one of the ledges when i was climbing down. Ive been like this in a "morph shift" as you said, for about half an hour. When i first heard you."

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."

I’ll have to stay far away from you, as will Megan, or else we might trigger a shift. “Are you leaving me?” I felt my eyes shift back and the fur receded. Never. Her response was soft, but firm. “We will work on hiding yourself tomorrow.” Loki promised. “You already missed the training start time with the girls. I told Tina and Lynn to start without you. So when we get back, after we eat, we can work on not shifting.” “I’m scared.” I felt my skin ripple again. “I feel like I’m losing control.” “You are,” Loki answered honestly. “But I can’t teach you how not to. Now get on.”

Stu wondered aloud, which kind of mirrored Patricia's thoughts. "Played the newbie card, asking if any of the guards or staff knew what we were and how they kept it a secret. Especially on full moons when the pull to change is strongest." Anyone who morphed where humans could see was inviting instant discipline, usually of the fatal kind, from the shifter council. It also resulted in the humans getting subjected to a mind-altering drug to make them forget what they'd seen. The drugs weren't something anyone liked to use given the side effects were rather unpleasant for the humans involved. Not to mention there was always the fear the drug wouldn't work and they'd have to kill an innocent.

"If he's gonna make it I could use your help getting him home, before he bleeds out!" A moment of hesitation was all Ezekiel got this time, before his brothers all moved back into the shadows and De-Shifted. The change from Shifter to man, or as his people called it De-Shifting; was always accompanied by an intense blast of energy all along a Shifters skin. Most felt it like a hot wave across the skin and face, which is exactly what Ezekiel felt cascaded across the still night air, times three. Sharp heat prickled across his skin, as he watched his three brothers meld from one shape into another.

A woman, pale as a ghost and frail as a withered branch, burst into the room, sobbing. It took me a few seconds to recognize that she was Vivian. The last time I saw her, she was dressed in designer clothes, brimming with arrogance as she flaunted her happiness in front of me. But now, she looked nothing like the woman she used to be. Her clothes were in tatters, her cheeks were so sunken that they hollowed out her face, and she was trembling so badly that it seemed like she might collapse at any moment.

And pushed through the dimensional barrier. And immediately felt wrong. Not dangerous wrong. Not threatening wrong. Just... off. Like reality was slightly misaligned. Like we were standing in a place that couldn't quite decide what it was. "This is strange," Kade said, looking around. We were in a city. But it kept changing. Buildings shifted. Streets rearranged. Colors faded and intensified. Like watching someone's memory of a place instead of the place itself. "It's unstable," I said. "The reality itself is unstable."

"Then tell us everything. How do we differentiate between the realities? How do we find you... the other you?" The room grew colder as Selene began to recount the Council's dark experiments, detailing how they had played with the fabric of reality, creating rifts and fusions. "To differentiate between realities," she began, "you need to be observant. There are subtle differences, markers that indicate which reality you’re in." Suddenly, a cacophony of whispers echoed through the chamber. The very walls seemed to be muttering, an unsettling reminder of the unstable reality around us.

"Vincent, relax. That's not Peter. Miss Saun, come on. There's nothing between me and Vincent. You didn't need to fake a whole kidnapping just to test him." Vincent's face shifted, doubt creeping in. Serena's heart dropped. "I'm not pretending. Vincent, please. Just this once... believe me." Knife at her throat, she pushed the fear down and begged. But Maggie just let out a sigh. "Stop guilt-tripping him. If I leave, will you quit pulling stunts like this?" Vincent's face iced over. "Serena Saun, I'm done with your games. Even if this is real, I'm not giving Maggie up."