Shifting Games Novels & Stories

Not the atmosphere we’re seeking. Plus I don’t want a reputation for violence. Finally, don’t forget, there are still the old arts in the shifter community. I don’t want anyone with a handle on Fate playing cards in my house if you catch my drift. It’s a tricky enough game to make a good profit in any way. I still get mocked mercilessly by Jacob and Callum for stopping the big fishes from losing too much. I remind them it’s a high-wire act. Take too much, openly celebrate the customer's failings and they won’t come back.

“You affected Glazed Light’s reputation. This is what your company deserves.” Yvonne’s heart skipped a beat. She wanted to explain herself, but Wendy refused to listen. In Yvonne’s anger, she pointed at Lloyd and vented her rage at him. “If the company suffers any losses because of you, you’re paying for it!” Panic filled Lloyd’s face, and he wanted to hold Naomi’s hand, but she avoided him. “What’s going on?” Naomi’s expression was complicated, but she sounded nervous. That was something I rarely saw in her.

I might as well have some fun. "I'll tell you if you promise not to get an inferiority complex," I said sweetly. I ticked off the names my favorite celebrities. "Nate Reynolds, Asher Donovan, Rafael Pessoa..." Dante looked unimpressed. "I didn't realize you were such a big soccer fan." Asher Donovan and Rafael Pessoa both played for Holchester United in the UK. "I'm a soccer player fan," I corrected. "There's a difference." I'd watched a total of three sports games in my life. l'd only mentioned Asher and Rafael because l saw them in an ad campaign yesterday and they were fresh on my mind.

"Because I wanted to see if the girl who stole my encryption keys still had the courage to look me in the eyes without a piece of carbon fiber between us." I looked down at the knife clattering in the shadows, then back up at his face. The power dynamic in the room was shifting violently, a high-stakes chess game where every move threatened absolute destruction. I wasn't the broken bird anymore, but he wasn't just a warden either. We were two predators locked in a concrete box, and the first one to blink would lose everything.

“Your body might be starting the shifting process, Sky. You can’t just discount discomfort.” I took her wrist and gently moved it away from my neck. “How about I try to make dinner and you tell me about how this whole thing works.” Her eyebrow went up. “Did you…did you not learn about shifting?” Pulling out a knife and cubing up the spam, I laughed. “I mean, you kind of tend to tune out things you don’t think you’re ever going to need. Plus, when everyone around us was shifting, we were pretty much on lock down to make sure we wouldn’t. Since it’s not a birthday thing, Father thought we might shift past the inhibitor.”

Calian hooks his large hands around her wrists, physically wrenching her fingers away from her face. She forces her blurred vision to lock onto him. “Your eyes...” “Yes,” Calian grunts, his voice dropping an octave as his jaw locks. “Yours, too.” “Mine, too?” He nods, his grip tightening as the first wave of the shift ripples through his own spine. But Troy can't keep still. A violent, desperate surge of panic tears through her blood, and she yanks her hands out of his hold, frantically scratching at her arms and thighs. The air feels like sandpaper.

Pythia POV: Everything seemed so different but the same. There has been so much new information and not enough time to process it. I could hear peoples conversations from all over, I could not only feel their emotions but could see them. "Is it still overwhelming?" Tye asked. "A little, I mean with seeing emotions and intentions and hearing literally everyone it's kind of hard to separate them." I replied. "Think of it as ropes, you need to untangle them and then once they are separated it'll be much easier to handle." Tye said gently. "So how does shifting work? Does it hurt? You all make it seem so easy.'' I said. "It might hurt a little at first but the more you do it the easier and faste

Excruciating, mind numbing pain. “Please stop,” I whimper, but I don’t know if the words find their way out, or if it’s all in my mind. A muffled, panicked voice breaks past the inner torture, but I cannot make sense of it. “Please…” I continue with my body, my bones melting within, fighting against the insatiable urge to shift. “It’s too early,” I argue with myself, or maybe it’s the Goddess who I am bartering with. But shifting too early kills more than it leaves alive. Forced, early shifts are a rare occurrence, only happening when an Alpha shifts, without their pack, or their ranked members.

They all turned serious when they heard me, the biggest reasons why some wolves did not joined the training session is mostly because they might die if they lose at the tournament. "Today I will be teaching you guys how to shift incompletely." They looked at each other in puzzlement and looked back at me. "It is called mental shifting , it is the simple ability to shut out all activities happening around in order to fully heighten all your senses. This can be done whenever you are searching out preys, or something that may be of danger to you. It takes a good deal of concentration and focus to learn this skill. As you all know, for the tournament, your test will be carried out in the wildern

It was said to give her pleasure when her partner was at work. Sadly, their apartment didn’t have one, but their shower had a second adjustable head. Testing that theory, Kitty switched the water flow from the big to the smaller showerhead. The water pressure sprayed on her dump chest. She unhooked the head and positioned herself against the farthest corner facing the shower.