Shifting Affirmations Novels & Stories

I told him honestly "She will run between you and I if you are still worried about her, Madam. It is not normal, but I understand you feel protective of her," Nate told me. I nodded my agreement to that plan, but I had another problem. "Nate, I can't control the shifting thing, it just happens when I'm scared, irritated, or angry. I'm so tired right now. How do I do it?" "Imagine the wolf running through the woods or fighting in the woods, whatever you've done as her. Let it take you over and you will shift," he said gently. "Perhaps you could contact Alpha Latro he could walk you though it."

I'm not ready. "Don't resist it. Breathe and let your body do its job. It won't hurt as much if you try to relax. Next time won't be nearly as bad." Val remains in her human form, and Tae helps me out of my chair. My vision blurs, and the fire in my joints rolls down my limbs and up my spine. My jaws throb, and my fingers pop. Val told me shifting isn't painful, but this is excruciating. With Tae supporting my body and Val's voice comforting me, I take a deep breath and listen to her advice. "You're doing great, Hazie. Almost finished." Val is so close to me, rubbing my back, and I'm afraid I'll hurt her.

“The gene has to be one-third equal to the human genes or stronger. If not, the person trying to shift runs the risk of perishing during the process.” “If shifting is that bad, why do it?” I asked. He laid back against the pillow with his hands behind his head. Looking at the ceiling as if he was inspecting it, he said, “First of all, it’s not that bad if it’s done correctly. If the body is slowly acclimated to the venom before the first turn, it’s a fairly easy shift. Once the first shift is over and the body knows what to do, it will remember. After a while, it actually feels so good to shift that you begin to crave it.”

Solana stepped back, exhaling sharply, she focused her mind not minding the noise in her surroundings. She inhaled and exhaled, calm breathes. "I am strong, I am the Alpha, I am strong, I am the Alpha, " she whispered reciting the mantra she jots down a year ago when she was learning how to control her shift. It was like a routine for her, now every time she shifts, she recites it. It makes her shift at ease in a swift.

“I haven’t given up on myself. In any way.” “Stupid Shanaya,” she finally mumbled, slapping her forehead. Reciting affirmations had never worked for her. She believed in the power of action, not words. If anything did not feel right, she worked to make it right—telling herself it was right, even though it wasn't—was simply an ignorant thing to do. She released a breath loudly, releasing the tension in her shoulders. She had to get back to her daily schedule. Lately she had rarely been working, and that most certainly had affected her.

Standing on my tippy toes, I pout until he leans down so that I can kiss him as I am completely unable to reach otherwise, because of our size difference. Looking around, I was shocked by the beautiful clearing filled with wildflowers and sunshine. Beaming at him, I gave him a quick hug before nervously playing with my fingers. I’d only ever started shifting once, and it was an unconscious action and we never completed it. Thankfully, Atlas seemed to know how I felt, and talked me through step by step, starting with removing our clothing so they wouldn’t be torn to shreds when we shifted. He talked me through every moment, including the worst part-the first shift is also the most painful, an

“Strength without control is useless. Now strike.” Steel clashed again and again. The rhythm was sharp and relentless. I watched every movement closely, correcting grips, kicking ankles apart when stances weakened, knocking blades aside when arms grew lazy. “The wolf shifters will hold their form until they feel their bones strain,” I commanded to another group shifting partially, claws extending while remaining upright. “You do not shift to escape pain. You shift to master it.” A growl echoed from one of the younger warriors as he forced himself through the transition. I did not soften.

“Shift, Alpha!” “Shift now!”

We’re both dressed in comfortable clothing as I take her hand and walk to the edge of the forest. “I’m nervous,” she says, squeezing my hand. “It’s going to hurt, right?” “You’ve fought me before and you’re asking if shifting will hurt?” I say, chuckling. “It’s a comfortable pain you get used to, don’t worry.” Taking her to a clearing in the forest next to a stream so she can shift away from prying eyes, we strip off our clothing and I ask her to take calming breaths. “Clear your mind and think only about your wolf. Speak with her, let her know she’s about to take your place, and feel the soil beneath her paws again. Ask her to go slow because too much pain at a time will cause your body to

What does my tail look like so naturally I ended up chasing my tail like an idiot. “You are large and menacing but still very funny and cute,” she commented and it touched my heart so I tackled her. She screamed and glared up at me. I got off her and sat down on my legs. That’s so weird. I stared at her expectantly. “Shifting back is all about your anchor to the human world. It can be an emotional connection to a person of just a person,” she stated. I tilted my head. What about a purpose? I wanted to ask but instead, I tested my own theory. I closed my eyes and I focused on my family and their safety. Just before I opened my eyes a sadness clung to my heart.