Shifted Reality Novels & Stories

Though he has stopped monitoring the island every moment… The world that was crazed with digitalization had finally learnt to take a break, to talk, to love, to feel, to unplug but how long this change will last only future can tell…. Authors note: I hope you enjoyed reading Fictitious Reality. It often becomes difficult to distinguish between Fiction and Reality. In such times we should not panic. We should use our wit and reasoning to make the right judgement. Do let me know what you think about this book through COMMENTS and REVIEWS.

He pulls his penis out, and I guess it's supposed to be hard, but where Shaun is a python, Adam is an inchworm. "Alright, Sherri, here comes the pain. Just hang in there. I promise it won't last." Adam reaches over to untie the gag, but I fall back onto the cot as the pain takes over. My body feels like every bone is breaking and piercing through my skin. "Bitch, you better sit back up and put this in your mouth, or you're going to regret it." Adam tries to force me to sit, but I begin convulsing as the tears run down my face. I'm going to die. It's too soon for me to shift, and this is going to kill me, I'm sure of it. Adam steps back and stares at me with wide eyes. I close my eyes, wishin

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.

He’s a strong wolf but he’s not even a beta. I could feel us getting closer when the smell of blood hit my nose. I pushed Rain to go as hard as she can. I could smell hers and Jennies fear swirling in the air. I saw Sairos body up ahead, he still hasn’t shifted back to his human. I slowed Rain down as we approached. The stench of the bear was everywhere. I tightened the reins on Rain and circled. Sairo was barely breathing and he couldn’t connect through the mind link. I went to dismount when I saw him. He had shifted back to his human form was running full speed at us. I drew my arrow and fired off a bow but he dodged it. Jennie was now yelling my name. The attacker getting closer, then he

The word formed in my mind—sharp, final. Because that version of reality didn’t fit. It didn’t align with anything that had already happened. Didn’t match the conclusions I had drawn… or the control I had enforced. Everything I had done had been built on something entirely different. It couldn’t be this. It couldn’t— But the longer I looked… The more it held. The more it refused to shift. And slowly—almost imperceptibly—everything else began to move instead. That’s when the second reaction came. Slower this time. Heavier. Far more dangerous. Not striking like impact… But settling.

His eyes were fixed on something she couldn’t see, something beyond the room’s physical limits. Then he moved. Slowly. Carefully. Like any sudden motion might fracture whatever thin layer of reality they were standing on. “Don’t speak,” he said. But the words didn’t reach her ears. They appeared instead. Directly in her mind. Seren stumbled back. No. No, that wasn’t possible. Kairos took another step, and with it, the room *shifted*. The wooden walls of the lodge blurred—not dissolving, but rewriting themselves. The grain of the wood rearranged like letters being retyped. The doorway behind him stretched taller, narrower, then unstable, like it couldn’t decide what dimension it belonged to.

The awareness that something was observing without needing eyes. Autumn’s distributed consciousness trembled. Fragments of herself—embedded in bonds, places, shared moments—began to resonate in low, discordant harmonics. Whatever had noticed the breach was not looking at her. It was mapping her. Not as an individual. As a phenomenon. Beyond the horizon, the pluralization of reality accelerated. Where systems once enforced coherence, now competing principles bled into one another. In one valley, time stuttered forward in uneven leaps. In another, causality inverted—wounds appearing before blows, echoes preceding sound. These were not failures.

Quite a while passed, a period that must be portrayed as quiet and ecstatically brief; when I was carrying on with a daily existence that was as stale as the dominant mists over our landscape. 'Yet, sooner or later a lot more spirits were entering our reality and insufficient supplements were developing to help the populace. Some would battle each other for a solitary piece of natural product, while others would scare Shifters into surrendering their well-deserved supplements. This happened for some time, and soon a reckless, defiant Shifter chose to assume control over issues. It left, slipping through the doors into Blankness, and I figured we could at absolutely no point ever see that spe

“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.”