Shifting Eye Method Novels & Stories

I shift my head from side-to-side, noting the angles of my face and how determined I look. I glance at the knife and circle my wrist as I get a good look at the etchings on the handle and blade. Then, I think about it disappearing, and it does. This time there was no effort on my part. I look at my glowing eyes and will them to stop glowing, and once again, it’s effortless. I realize at that moment that I can do this. I can control my shift. I try it several times, my confidence growing with every successful shift.

Works every time. “Time to shift, Zara.” This makes her ears perk up. After a moment of searing heat, I’m quickly on all fours shaking out my fur. Immediately everything around me becomes amplified. The colours around me are more vibrant, the smells more prominent and the sounds more amplified. The first shift is the worst, mine took four hours and twenty-three minutes and was absolute hell. For over four hours all I did was scream and writhe in pain while every bone in my body broke and rearranged. The second shift was a significant improvement, and by the third shift, there was no pain. Now it takes me a couple of seconds to shift and instead of pain all I feel is a burst of searing heat s

Then came the hard part: focused part-shifting. I started with limiting things that came first – claws, teeth and ears. Bit by bit, I taught myself how to shift only one body part at a time. And not just that – I trained to control the shift. Trigger it precisely when and where I wanted. It took months after months. Every spare minute. Every ounce of focus I had. But after all that? I nailed it. Now, I could elongate a single fingernail like a blade, grow fangs in an instant, or twist my hearing to wolf-level sharpness for a few seconds at a time.

Ashton’s POV “Today, I’ll be teaching you how to shift in the air,” I announced to the class of students. “It’s all in the legs. We kick off from the ground and then begin the shift right when the legs are being pushed off the ground.” I demonstrated with ease, and I was met with applause. “This is used mainly for sneak attacks. I want you to try and sneak attack your partners. Trade-off each round.” Everyone went with their partners to a different section of the arena for some space. Sheryl stood in the distance, waiting for me because I’m her partner. We hadn’t spoken since my confession at the art show, and I was hoping we wouldn’t have to talk about

Then they shrank back to normal as he slumped again. I didn’t move nor did I speak. I just watched. Another spasm hit and his bones shifted under his skin. I saw the outline change for a moment, then settle. His fingers curled like claws. Then they relaxed again. Sweat rolled down his face. His clothes stuck to him. I stepped back and grabbed gloves. My hands shook but I kept working. I took notes on a pad. I wrote down every change I saw, the unstable vitals. The dental shift and even the bone shift. It reads like a list of things that should not happen.

another voice challenged. “I’ve seen it before,” I replied simply. It wasn’t a lie. I placed two fingers lightly against the boy’s wrist, steadying my touch, then leaned closer so he could hear me through the haze of pain. “Listen to my voice,” I said softly. “You’re not shifting right now. You’re breathing. Just breathing.” His eyes fluttered, unfocused. “Count with me,” I continued. “Slow. In through your nose. Out through your mouth.”

She smiled, shaking her head as tears formed in her eyes “when was the last time you shifted?” My question seemed to catch her off guard as she turned around to face me, her eyes dropping to the ground as she feared my anger, a few tears hit the ground as they fell from her eyes. I sighed and took a step toward her, frowning when she flinched. Gently putting my finger under her chin, making her look at me, I leaned in, gently connecting my lips with hers.

Cain explained that this was where new wolves practiced shifting in a controlled environment away from the main pack. "First shift is always the hardest because you're fighting your instincts instead of working with them. You need to stop thinking and start feeling. Let your body do what it wants to do." "That's not helpful advice." "I know. But there's no instruction manual for this. Everyone's first shift is different." He stepped back to give me space. "Close your eyes and focus on what you're feeling. All that pressure under your skin, all that energy that needs an outlet. Follow it instead of pushing it down."

'Now, watch me. I kept my eyes on her as I watched a rippled flow through her body. It was like a wave of wolf started at her head and flowed down her body. She never changed or shifted, it was just as though that six inches of wave that moved up and down her body was the only part that shifted. My eyes widened and I gasped. The only time I had seen her do that was when she dodged away from Grandpa but it was always a body shift. This was incredible. “How…how did you…”

As though in a daze, I keep strolling towards the Shifter until I'm a couple of inches away. I hunker down, looking into the animal's body. There is no positive shape to it, however, it doesn't have the standard power that an ordinary Shifter would have. Rather than the splendor of a beast, its eyes contain the obscurity of an internal conflict. We keep on visually connecting, and I am unfit to split away.