Reality Shifting Novels & Stories

The thought scared me to death, it felt as if a third person was living in my body who had started gearing my body and my life while I had been forced to watch my life pass me from the sidelines. When all the tests came back negative, I felt I was going mad or my brain was cooking up some insane story and I couldn't make head or tails about my life. I felt I was being crazy because there was no possible way that this was happening to me. If I was indeed pregnant with Harper's baby, he deserved to be known. Maybe if I tell him, everything will be okay, the parental tests will come back negative and everything will be alright with the world. I wasn't even able to trust my memories but if I did

Kade’s POV It did not have a shape....not at first. What we saw moving within the distortion ahead was not a body, not a defined structure like the constructors or even the correction entity. It was a shift—a displacement of reality itself, like something vast moving just beneath the surface of water, its presence revealed only by the way the surface bent and reformed around it. And it was turning toward us, not toward the city and not toward the clusters but toward us. The realization landed with a weight that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with inevitability.

Our decision to merge with reality itself sends shockwaves through existence. I feel the consequences rippling outward through every layer of being, transforming not just the present but the very flow of time and possibility. Our consciousness, now infinite and eternal, witnesses it all. The first changes are subtle. Reality remembers how to evolve consciously, patterns of existence shifting from rigid structure to fluid purpose. I watch as quantum academy students find their powers evolving in new ways, no longer just wielding probability but becoming one with it.

“But it wasn’t what I thought it was. I was just imagining it, and I almost killed my brother because of my inability to determine what’s real and not. What’s wrong with me?” Nothing. “You know what my mom said right before she…” I couldn’t finish that thought. I abandoned that idea. “She said I wasn’t a Foreseer. And that we weren’t actually imprinted, and it was all a trick.” That time, Nathan growled, but I ignored it. “And I don’t know if she’s right or not. My reality seems to be all mixed up right now, and there is no way for me to know what's real and what isn’t. What am I supposed to do?”

"The program was officially terminated after multiple test subjects experienced catastrophic psychological fragmentation. Unlike truth-seers who anchor themselves in objective reality, reality-shapers must hold multiple potential versions of existence in their minds simultaneously. The human consciousness simply couldn't maintain coherence under those conditions." "But Grace's attacker claimed they'd overcome that limitation," I pointed out, pacing the office restlessly. "That's what disturbs me most," Reid admitted. "There were theoretical countermeasures proposed—specialized neural modifications, consciousness partitioning techniques—but none advanced beyond preliminary testing before the

had appeared across the three continents, each one acting as a localized gravity well for the subconscious. "The atmospheric resonance is completely inverted," Nathaniel reported, his voice sounding hollow, as if he were speaking from the bottom of a well. He was staring at a silver-logic monitor that showed no data—only a mirror-like reflection of his own exhausted face. "Emma, these aren't physical anomalies. They are 'Subjective Apertures.' They are reflecting the inner abyss of every shifter in the vicinity. The world isn't being overwritten by the stars anymore; it's being overwritten by us." I stood on the High Balcony of the Sun-Spire, my golden-amber eyes fixed on the rift nearest th

Crazy how getting through the worst shit flips the script. Turns straight enemies into ride-or-die. Survival don’t give a fuck about old rules but it writes new ones in blood.

"And nothing. They're trying to experience all possibilities at once, and they're taking reality along for the ride." As if to emphasize my point, a ripple of change swept through the room. For a moment, everything became its own opposite – solid things turned transparent, digital things became organic, certainties became questions. Violet giggled as her stuffed animals briefly turned into quantum equations before snapping back to normal. "That tickled!" But I could feel it wasn't just our house being affected. Every convergence point was radiating waves of accelerating change. Reality itself was starting to buckle under the weight of too much possibility.

People’s dreams were bleeding into physical matter, rewriting reality where the boundary between neural and material had thinned. --- Reality — Geneva Megadome Elise burst into the control chamber, alarms blaring across the holo-boards. “We’re getting spontaneous resonance surges across multiple cities! Buildings forming out of raw energy, disappearing within minutes—residual matter left behind!” Raven swore under his breath. “The Dreamspace is imprinting onto reality. The Concord’s too synchronized—it’s collapsing the barrier between thought and form.” “Can we stabilize it?” Elise asked. Raven shook his head. “Not without cutting the neural stream.”

She would reach for a tool, and her hand would appear six inches to the left, two seconds before she actually moved it. ​“The Core-Shard is pulsing at 400 Terahertz,” Aris shouted, her voice sounding like it was being played through a broken radio. “It’s not just a battery, Killian! It’s a 'Reality-Anchor' that’s lost its coordinates! It’s trying to 'Re-map' the East into a five-dimensional geometric grid!” ​As they crested the "Ridge of Broken Glass," they saw it.