Novel & Cerita Shift Novel

"Your body is catching up to what it was always supposed to be. It's going to keep surprising you." "Good surprises or bad surprises." He thought about this for a genuine moment. "Mostly good. Some startling." He glanced at me sideways. "Don't try to shift tonight." "Why." "Because the last time a newly unsealed Chosen shifted on day one, she leveled three acres of forest and didn't remember any of it." I looked at my hands. "Right," I said. "No shifting." We stopped before dawn.

And everything changed. The sensation wasn't cold or hot. It was like a surge of electricity spreading through her entire body. She saw flashes of images: ancient forests, palaces, swords, blood. She felt the exhilaration of running free as a shifter, the agony of betrayal, the loneliness of thousands of years. All of Morat’s emotions flooded into her.

The human race outnumbered the Shifters by at least a hundred to one and they bred like rabbits whereas Shifters were finding it more and more difficult to conceive under the dreadful conditions they now lived. He had got his people out just in time and although all of them, well at least those who were adults, suffered bouts of homesickness for the vast snowy mountains of the homeland. The American mountains were just as beautiful and their new country had offered them so many riches they all knew it had been the right decision to move here. Everyone who wanted to had found a job, not only well-paid useful jobs that ensured the Pack prospered. Alexis had transferred all his investments over

The prison, which initially boasted only two noticeable shifters, suddenly spawned two more, but in a bad stroke of luck, the newest ones shared a cell. How to arrange an incident without a witness? Taking them both out with the drug smuggled in past oblivious guards was doable, but how believable would a dual accident seem? Was it time to add a new scenario to the list? Waiting for an opportunity to strike meant letting the filthy animals live. Letting them wear a mask of humanity. Hiding amongst them, waiting for their chance to harm the unsuspecting. Something had to be done, but overreaching wouldn't achieve that goal. Sticking to the current plan would have to do for the moment. Perhaps

“He was actually really excited to meet you. Hes been desperate to meet you for some strange reason the last few days.” “Oh.” Brandon said, and smiled inwardly at the thought that the leopard was happy to have met him....because the feeling was mutual. Then a thought occurred to Brandon and he said. “But if you weren’t angry how did the Shift happen? I thought you only Shifted if you’re upset or in danger.” With a pause Ezekiel shifted on his knees then said. “Well you wouldn’t know this, but there is such thing as a “happy” Shift. “A happy Shift?” Brandon inquired at the new term.

A dank, miserable smell was coming from it and I wondered if Cherish was thinking back to her experience, when she was first kidnapped. “Hey, can you tell me about shifting then,” she said, quickly turning her face away and looking at the dawning horizon ahead. “Sure, I won’t lie, it's going to hurt like a bastard. Your body is literally rearranging. But it gets easier. Like eventually you will easily part-shift to reveal your teeth and claws if you find yourself in danger. But the first time, yeah…” “Okay, what is the purpose of it, like what should I be wanting to get out of it?” She really did know zero about shifters.

Marcelo asked with curiosity lacing his tone. I shook my head slightly before speaking, "Not we. Only I moved to America." They all looked a bit confused before Stefano spoke up, "You guys didn't move together?" "Nope. Zane shipped me off to America when I was six for training. How I ended up with Raul." I shrugged and they slowly nodded. "... You call Zane by his name?" Giovanni questioned, noticing the hate my tone was laced with and it was pissing me off. He was spotting my every slip-up.

"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.

Rylan said, the moment I cleared the door, "we work on transitioning back. Not just holding the shift. Shifting out of it cleanly." "What's wrong with how I do it now?" "You land on your hands and knees." "Dramatically," I added. "I land dramatically." "Smooth shifts save time," he said, ignoring me completely. "Time saves lives." I rolled my shoulders back. "Very inspiring." I shifted. Bones, fur, the world dropping two feet and rebuilding itself wider and sharper. The smells of the yard hit me all at once, damp soil, grass, Rylan's jacket, something dead and small near the far fence that we were all apparently pretending wasn't there.

“Forget the price. I am going to kill you right here and…” I did not know why he hesitated but I was not about to wait and find out. I picked myself off the ground and readied to sprint. If I could put a little distance between me and these men then I could have enough time to shift. The numbness had faded and the fatigue had set in. I felt pain all over my weary body so a shift was all I could do. Shifting was the only advantage I could give myself.