Shifting Books Novels & Stories

"Just those?" Serena looked at him like he asked something silly. "We don’t address your kind as werewolves. If you want to read about creatures that can shapeshift..." Serena’s finger moved and nearly a hundred books lit up. "Keep in mind that if a shapeshifter didn’t change shape, it would be categorized as human. So for the books that mention outsiders taht are humans..." With another wave of her finger, almost all the books Axel could see lit up. "I understand", Axel said while looking helplessly at densely arranged books on the shelves. This will take forever!

They built the shelving together, Kael drilling and Lucian holding the level with the focused attention of someone for whom slightly off was not acceptable, and by the time the afternoon had gone the wall had three rows of shelves that were, objectively, perfect. The seven books went on the middle shelf. Still in order. Still by year. Kael looked at them there, in the new room, in the light that came in from the adjacent windows, and thought about what it meant that they'd moved from the hotel shelf to here, and didn't say anything about it. He didn't need to. ---

He walked toward the largest bookshelf in the room. Lucian noticed there was no hesitation in his movements. Richard wasn't searching. He knew exactly where he was going. He removed three worn books from the middle shelf—an atlas, a volume of Shakespeare, and an old gardening guide Elena remembered teasing him about for years. Behind them was a small brass catch, almost invisible against the dark wood. Richard pressed it. A soft click broke the silence. Part of the bookshelf shifted inward, revealing a narrow compartment recessed into the wall. It wasn't elaborate.

“Alright, if we put the tall shelves against this wall, we can fit the shorter ones under the window. How does that layout sound?” I nodded, impressed by his planning. “That works for me. I’m not picky, as long as they’re sturdy enough to hold all these books.” Bernardo stepped closer to me. “Oh, don’t worry about that. We’ll make sure they’re anchored well. Wouldn’t want any accidents.” He gave me a friendly smile. The earlier flirtatious edge was gone. He must have picked up on my complete lack of interest. They got to work. I started sorting through the boxes. I organized the books by genre. It was a huge job, but handling each book, deciding where it belonged, felt satisfying. Fiction, n

This time it was placed in a far flung corner of the library. It must’ve been fate because I managed to find it. However, it doesn’t seem to be doing much. I’ve been sitting here for an hour and nothing has changed. The book details the nature of shifting. A complex history and how it translates into modern times now that we coexist with humans. The later chapters detail the biology behind it and how someone can shift properly. There have been cases of teens not being able to shift. It’s nothing new. Some hormonal imbalance that sorts itself out. Unfortunately, I’m old enough for my body to figure it all out but it hasn’t.

The librarian, a wise old man with spectacles perched on his nose, had greeted them warmly and invited them to explore the dusty shelves filled with ancient tomes. As Scarlett's fingers grazed the spines of the books, a particular leather-bound volume caught her eye. Its title, "The Prophecy of the Shifting Stars," called to her with an inexplicable pull. She plucked it from the shelf and dusted off its cover, revealing faded golden letters etched into the leather. Curiosity burned within Scarlett. She opened the book and began to read aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. The words flowed like poetry from her lips, resonating deeply within her soul.

Shahara sadly sighed and gently shook her head to erase those melancholic memories before facing Tamara – who was now mirrored with gleaming eyes while staring at the pile of books which was neatly organized in the shelves. “So, you can find a lot of books here in the study room. You can definitely read them when you’re bored, or I need to do something. If you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask me, okay?” Shahara smilingly explained. “Now, before you start practicing the shifting process, you first need to understand the basic knowledge of being a wolf.” She patiently discussed as they sat on the wooden chair – both of their arms rested on the table in front of them.

Unlocking the door of the cupboard which I stole from the teacher's room I examine the books which are arranged in. A smiles makes its way on my lips when my eyes catches the book which is larger than the others, I could see the papers have turned yellow and brown as most of them were popping out in the thick pages. Getting hold at the edge of the book with my index finger I try to pull it forward slowly making sure that other books doesn't fall over but due to the heaviness I couldn't. Grunting low I pull the book out without giving a thought, my movements pause and my eyes widens looking at the book which is about to loose it's balance, if it falls all the books in that row would collapse

I felt empty and nothing was going to save me. Right now I'm currently on my day off, sitting in the library reading a book about shifters. I thought I knew a lot from my library back home. The human library that I visited frequently had a whole wall of books about shifters. But they were all written by humans. Reading these books has made me realize I knew nothing. Three whole double sided bookshelves filled with these books. I hadn't even finished a whole row yet.

“They didn’t need to, knowing what they were was enough to put the fear into wolves and vampires. If they shifted it was a last resort” “You know what I look like when I shift?” “Well I haven’t seen you but I have seen pictures, Come I will show you” I follow him into the packhouse and down the hallways towards the library, inside he walks over to shelves I hadn’t checked yet, and reached up towards the top, his muscles protruding as he grabs a book from near the top and hands it to me. “The Royals” I read the title, the book hadn’t been on the shelves for long or it had been looked at recently as there was very little dust.