Reality Shifting Novels & Stories

“You are the primate king, my liege, but you are not the only one with power. Your little ba-shifterless child will come to the temple to undergo a rigorous training. She’ll have ten years to choose a shifting form.” Melius stammered but was cut off by Lina. “We’ll do what we can for her.” She paused and hesitated. “Um, I trust that she’s Melius’ daughter, but could we…” Melius stopped her. “We do not need that. It will only cause doubt in your mind until the results are in. She is my daughter.” Sanches shrugged his shoulders. “It matters not. During the training period, the DNA strands are compared to past shifterless and determined if there is a connection. So, you’ll have to give a sample

Then, with all her might as an Alpha, she began her shifting— And pulled Alexander along with her. Bones cracked and flexed. Her muscles tore and reshaped, her body reshaping itself as a thousand times before. It was as easy as effortless as breathing for her. But Alexander—his body fought. He gasped, his tiny body trembling as the shift tried to take hold. Sharon could feel his hesitation through their bond, the natural fear of something unnatural prevailing. It’s okay, she told him silently, pouring reassurance into the connection. I’ve got you.

The lack of eye contact is another downside of my new days as a Shadow Warrior. King lifts the brush and I allow a long sigh to escape my lips. He's been brushing my hair when things get rough and at times it's the only thing that calms me. I should feel bad that I've put him through this. There's a sense of nagging in my brain that wants to blame him for what I'm going through. It's completely ridiculous. The sad truth is my beast doesn't care. She's angry at the world right now and so full of rage it worries me that I won't be able to control her. King says this is also normal, though I have my doubts. He and Axel assure me it will get better and I'll be able to control shifting and everyt

“About everything I’ve done. About the people I’ve hurt.” Dr. Warren leaned forward slightly, his gaze encouraging. “That’s a good place to start, Cassia. It takes courage to face the truth.” Cassia laughed bitterly, shaking her head. “I don’t think it’s courage. It’s just… reality. I spent so many years trying to pretend that I was in control, that I deserved everything I took. But now, sitting here in this place, I don’t have any illusions left. I know what I did. And I know that I destroyed my own life in the process.”

The trouble is, she hasn't shifted often enough in recent years. To stay nimble, shifters must shift back and forth as nature calls. A shifter who stays too long in beast form, will forget how to become human again, and vice versa. Living with Minette, her hafling granddaughter who never manifested as a shifter, she wasn't able to run wild as often as she'd like. Especially when they were hiding in cities. Now, weak, hungry, and injured, it is even harder to call up the magic. Remember. Remember what it's like. She thinks about her first shift at puberty, the joy of chasing her sister through the French countryside. There.

"The sequence breaks down when you're scared of it. It comes back when you stop being scared of it. That's not an opinion. That's just how it works." Jade looked at her in the mirror. "You're not going to fall," Ava said. "And if you do, you get up and you run it again, and the falling becomes part of how you learn not to fall. That's the whole process." A pause. "Okay," Jade said quietly. "From the top." Jade ran the sequence again. It was cleaner. Not perfect, but noticeably cleaner, the hesitation on the count smoothed out by something that looked like the specific relief of a person who had been given permission to trust themselves.

“I hate every one of you. “I never want to see any of you again.” Then the light swallowed me. And I disappeared from the shifter world for good. --- Three years had passed since I returned to my own world. At first, I still woke from nightmares, trapped again in that other life. But work grew busier. Time moved on. Slowly, the memories faded. The shifters’ faces blurred until they no longer seemed real. Sometimes, I wondered whether it had all been nothing more than a nightmare.

I can't deal with it, that's why I don't really want to connect with people because for me, at the end of the day, everyone will leave and they will never come back. That's why I made 'Elena Parker', she's famous, crazy for love and a really good novelist with 5 best seller romance books of all times. For me, faking myself as Elena Parker was a shield for me. I wanted to hide myself from the world but at the same time I want the world to notice me. Suddenly my phone rang and I got up from my beanbag walking back inside. I took my phone and looked at the screen to see my brother, Stefan, calling me. I pressed the green button and put it on loudspeaker.

I could see that he was genuinely worried. “Yes, it was just a nightmare. A chillingly lifelike and haunting dream...” I mumbled, my voice sounded groggy. It was just a nightmare, right? A small chuckle escaped me and I looked up at him. “I guess that is why it’s called a nightmare. Night terrors often feel incredibly realistic.” I could still feel the remnants of fear lingering in my mind, as if the dream had embedded itself into my thoughts. The more I tried to shake it off, the stronger its grip on me became.

Inside was a dream; tall walls, open space, windows so big you could see everything yet nothing at all. The isolation of the property both excited and scared me, and the longer I walked around holding Armani’s hand, the more I began to feel a little hopeful again. My concerns over the last day felt silly — presumptuous. Though a part of my brain was still very aware that this could turn sour very quickly, I allowed myself to enjoy this simple few minutes with my fake husband and even smile, just a little bit.