Shifting Eye Method Novels & Stories

Shaun laughs. “Just pretend it's a staring contest, although you are allowed to blink I suppose. The first person to look away loses.” He explains. “Then why look away?” I question. “It's instinctive for Shifters to submit to those who are more dominant. If you are more dominant I'll look away naturally. I'm not sure if it works the same for you but there's no harm in testing.” I take a deep breath.

I listened intently, my eyes locked on his. As he spoke, I decided to try the "triangle method" I had read about – maintaining eye contact, nodding to show interest, and tilting my head to build rapport. I gazed deep into his eyes, my expression engaged and fascinated. Alex seemed to open up, sharing more and more about himself. He spoke about a particularly challenging project, his eyes clouding over as he recalled the obstacles they had faced. I nodded sympathetically, my eyes never leaving his. As he talked, I could sense a connection building between us. It was as if the rest of the world had melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in conversation.

"Watch how I do it and try to mimic the process." I let them see the shift happen slowly, let them watch as my hybrid nature emerged in controlled waves rather than violent transformation, and I felt their attention lock onto the demonstration. "Your eyes changed first," Ryan observed. "Then your hands, then the rest followed." "Because I started with the smallest change and built from there," I explained while letting the shift recede. "Trying to force a full transformation when you're new usually ends with loss of control." "So we start small," Liam concluded. "Just eyes or hands."

I took in another breath as she moved her hands along the shaft all the way to the head of it. When I raised my head to look at her, she was looking down into the water, trying to see what she was doing. When I reached forward with one of my hands, I placed it on the underside of her chin as I gently lifted her head to meet with my eyes once more. "Try closing your eyes," I told her. "This way, you can let your hands be your eyes."

“As I said before I will teach you self-defense ... so what I am going to teach you now ... you have never heard before ... it is called "The Eye Guage" and its considered one of the best hand to hand combat moves.” As soon as Sharab spoke, Heer's heartbeat stopped for a while. She tried to overcome her fear, but it got worse as he pulled the plastic heads out of the sherbet basket. “I will hold his head in my hands. Who among you will come first and take out his eyes? Or will it break at all? The structure of their eyes is very similar to human eyes.”

I ask Tarla again watching as the children are led from the podium and out of the clearing. “They are very new to shifting and while it's as natural to us as breathing, it can be demanding on the bodies of new shifters, so they have to be monitored closely.” I nod my head, understanding. Someone presents Max with a lit torch and his eyes go from blue to gold. My breath catches at the glow the orange flames cast on his face and the glow from his eyes. “Wow” Beside me, Tarla nods as if understanding me without words. His golden eyes mirror the flames that dance on the torch.

Our tongues colliding with each other. She started to mover her hips against my growing length. I stilled her, and pulled away. I took my fingers and traced her neck down in between her breasts and watch her nipples harden. I kept going down until I reached her folds. I kept eye contact with Jennie as I circled her clit and I watched her eyes grow and her lips part. I kept going playing with pretty her little pussy. I've been waiting to feel her. I watched as Jennie closed her eyes and started to tilt her head back, slipping a finger inside her, she let a gasp escape her.

After the war between humans and shifters, an alliance was formed to keep the peace. The price? Daughters of the human nobility had to choose a shifter as their mate. The first half-blood born from this union would become the new ruler, ensuring that peace would last. As the eldest daughter of the Morrison family, I was the first to be chosen. But right after I chose the wolf Alpha, Calvin, I saw a vision on our engagement day. Because I failed to conceive after six months, Calvin locked me in a cage, determined to use me as a vessel for his pure bloodline. After I finally gave birth to the prophesied hybrid, my sister, Trina, appeared, claiming she wanted to take care of me. But the truth

Adrian takes a slow breath, then speaks like this is something he’s said a hundred times to recruits who couldn’t find their instincts with a map. “You can’t force it with panic,” he says. “Shifting is not a door you kick down. It’s a door you open.” I stare at him. “That sounds like a proverb.” “It’s instruction.” “Same thing,” I say. Adrian ignores that. “Close your eyes.” My stomach tightens. “Here?” “Yes.” I glance at the guards in the distance, the torchlight, the open night. My wolf is wary but not afraid. I close my eyes. The world becomes scent and sound.

Then you are pretty close to knowing how it feels to shift for the first time. After you do it a few times, it becomes quicker and you don’t feel the pain at all. Charlie will be shifting in the clearing. I will be guiding him through it with pops. Pops said if needs be, he can command Valour to shift, but he would only do that if his shift becomes dire. A normal shift takes fifteen minutes, but it feels like an eternity. So I know this is going to be harder for him because he was a siren first. So we are preparing and trying to keep his mind off of it. So far, it is working.