Shifted Fates Novels & Stories

“I wasn’t informed.” “It was supposed to be a secret. Alpha Warner told my father, and my father told me.” Toya wiped her face. “I don’t even know if I should even tell you this, but…” Toya straightened her back. “When the moon blessed appears, the shift has begun. If the moon blessed fails, if the shaman is corrupted, the world as we know it ends. War will decimate our kind, and we will wither. The moon blessed is the first fight, and the shaman is the second. Both will have to succeed to save our kind.” “Both?”

he threw the stone getting 3 skips. "I was just doing what was expected of me now that I'm Alpha. I thought it would be easier." Ahanu put his hand on my shoulder. "I'm guessing you forgot about the full moon tomorrow and the pack run. How are you going to explain when someone is walking around letting it all hang out if they shifted and forgot their clothes?" "Damn it! Okay just let me think for a minute." I put my head in my hands, why does this have to be difficult.

The shifting realities were a reminder of the fluidity of time and the profound impact of their actions. As they continued their journey, the shifting realities intensified, culminating in a breathtaking panorama—a convergence of pivotal moments from different eras. Battles waged, kingdoms rose and fell, and individuals faced choices that reverberated through time. Elysia felt herself drawn into these moments, experiencing the triumphs and sorrows of those who had come before her.

It was listening. And there, in the midst of the ruined circle, and with the ash of the broken symbols whirling about his feet, stood Fenric with his hands not trembling with fatigue, but with the shock of what he had just wrought. The Shift was not in pieces, but there was something altered in its framework. He could sense it as a crack down in a mirror, subliminal but keen, a disjunction that would increase over time.

Not panic. Something else. Something far more dangerous. The beginning of a shift.

It was depressing but also sort of romantic in a morbid kind of way. I glanced back at the man sitting at the table across from me. I can't imagine being linked with him forever. I really hope fate knows what it's doing, giving me this man as my soul mate. “Yes, I will be friends with your twin sister. It is fated.” He scowls at me. “You aren't even a Shifter, why would fate want you to be friends with my sister?” Now it’s my turn to scowl back at him. “What does that have to do with anything? Everyone has a fate Mr Kane, regardless of the circumstances of their birth. When I look at someone, I see the threads of their fate, not their species.”

Everything else, including the literature, the professional haircuts, the costly clothing, and even a future, were merely bonuses. Family. Food. A roof. Those are the things that are important. That is the order. Everything else is optional. Jade's shadows are more intense than mine. He was once an ordinary person, and as a human, he spent most of his life fighting and losing over and over again. That altered as a shifter. He still fought, but now he had a chance to win. Finn's shadows have always been the most noticeable, but Leandro's abrupt entrance has shown me that Finn's shadows are darker than I previously thought.

That didn't happen with a fated mate, so I knew Beta Tyler would treat her well. I had heard that Wolf-Shifters would feel immense pain if their partner cheated on them, even if they weren't fated. It was similar to being fated if they marked each other as chosen mates. However, the marks disappeared if their fated mate came along after marking a chosen mate. I must ask Beta Tyler about that the next time I see him. He seems a little more approachable than asking King Daemon.

One way or another, I will rescue this young man. “Well, it was shortly after my sixteenth birthday, three months actually, when during an emergency situation I randomly shifted. It was my first shift and it was the second most painful thing I had experienced up to that point in time in my life. Unlike my twin Chloe or my other siblings, there was no celebration. No medication to ease the pain of the first shift. No encouraging or consoling words before or after, it was just me, leaping out of the window of my father’s second story office. I shifted in midair before crashing into the bushes.