Shift Ideas Novels & Stories

Julian’s expression didn’t change. “They’re trying to own it.” Amelia exhaled slowly. “Then we don’t let them.” Julian glanced at her. “How?” She didn’t answer immediately. Because this wasn’t simple. This wasn’t about reacting faster. It was about changing direction. “They’ve shifted the focus,” she said finally. “From structure… to instability.” Victoria nodded. “Yes.” “Then we shift it again,” Amelia continued. Julian’s gaze sharpened. “To what?” Amelia met his eyes.

"No, thank you very much for giving me a second opportunity. Thank you for not giving up on me despite my adversity. Please tell me. You're such a powerful woman. I admire you. You gave me a second opportunity, regardless of how idiotic I had been to you previously. I've made a lot of errors in my life, and you're the one who has helped me make the correct choices. Thank you so much for agreeing to work the night shift. Please accept my thanks for your kindness and love, and thank you for waiting for me with patience. "Ehem," we said, turning to face Remon's sister with a grimace on our faces. What city are we talking about? I simply disappeared for a period of time. You're going to have a s

Working out six hours a day, every day, and working on an eight-hour shift every night, took it's toll on him very quickly. Ever since a colleague of his suggested enhancers to boost his energy, he was able to add more hours at the gym and more hours on his shifts, and could still hang out at bars afterward. Everyone else was using it, it was common for his line of work. They call it 'the helper', which leads to other kinds of helpers, for every different need. Even actors use them too.

Then how would they explain this when, and it was when and not if, the humans found out? It would become a stain on the image they developed. Alpha Richards and Wolversen brought up a project where there would be a location for what they’d re-titled disenfranchised shifters and shifters in flux could hold up in safety. Humans could choose to live among them if they so chose. There, these shifters would find access to proposed services to help them find a new welcoming community, better access to a roof over their heads, education, healing. These were stumbling blocks before, now once their community officially introduced itself to the world, these services could have better access.

Unless he only did that so I’d be gone and the Pack could move on. Fuckin’ A. What about the shifter app? What if I started there? What if I got more answers I didn’t like?

“Shift.” “What? No,” she pouts, “Did you forget I’m pregnant?” Every five minutes, she reminds the world she’s pregnant, so how could I forget? “Shifting is not advisable in the early stages of pregnancy, so do it,” I tell her, leaning against the tree. “That's the first step of getting you with my brother.” “I’m scared.” “We discussed this, Sera,” I sigh. “You have to get rid of that thing if you want any shot at starting over. You can’t go on a date smelling like another man’s pup.”

Diana said, and I shook my head. “Kaeleigh, it’s important. Leave him,” she urged. “I could find a car,” Adam said, and I grinned at him. I turned to Dayna. “Can you shift?” I asked, knowing that a rejection can weaken you, but she nodded, “Then we run,” I said. “Kaeleigh, your first shift isn’t all that easy,” Adam said. “It would be easier to find a-”

I’m only a few seconds away from walking out of here, but I’m still sceptical of how Thought will react to that. “It’s so real though,” I say. Finally, Thought stands. He’s much taller than I first assumed, with a well built body and broad shoulders. It only adds to the intimidation, but I’ve been so bothered by all that has happened recently, it doesn’t hinder my confidence. “What I’m saying, believe it or not, is to protect you, to help you. You wanted answers, and all I can say, is you need to move on with your life, try to push these thoughts out of your head, and I promise you, it will stop,” he says smoothly, stepping so close to me, the tips of his shoes almost touch mine.

Trust her to cut right to the heart of the matter. I took a deep breath. "It's the baby. I have absolutely no idea what to expect. I know the in vitro procedure screened for the best possible embryo but… Will they even be able to shift?” "Many shifter children have a difficult time at first," Kieran said. "But with patience and practice, they gain control of their abilities." "We'll help in any way we can," Nola added. "You won't be going through this alone." I blinked back the sting of tears surprised by a sudden flood of emotions. "You don't know how much that means."

I asked. “Where’s the fun in that?” she asked. “Alright. So, one down, what’s next?” I asked. “Solo shift,” she said. “First, you get a friend. Next one is each of you. One at a time.” My stomach twisted into knots. I knew I had to go through the stages and do all the steps. Was I ever going to stop feeling nervous about shifting? “Kyle first,” she said. “Why did I put my pants back on?” He tugged his jeans off.