Shifting Games Novels & Stories

I guess we’re going to have the usual family debate in front of our human guests. “You disagree?” Mr. Shah’s eyes glint, his interest clear. Shah runs an incubator with a combined value of three billion dollars. He’s not a stupid man, and he’s not about to ignore an insider hot to air dirty laundry. “Shifters are competitive by nature. The strong rule. The weak are culled. We ‘pivot’—” Alban spits the word, “so well because we don’t carry dead weight.” Mrs. Shah’s jaw drops, but she quickly covers her distaste with a bland expression. Brody mumbles his agreement, his mouth full.

"I want one group over here, and another group facing them over here!" "Well, here goes nothing," Seven said as he jogged off, but I stayed on the opposite side. "Go!" Eve said, and the first two shifters ran straight into each other, and both fell backward. They yelped a bit and then went back to the end of their lines. "Anticipate what your enemy will do!" Eve yelled. "Next two, go!" The following two shifters ran toward each other, and one went high, and the other went low, using his shoulder to flip his opponent.

“There are so many reasons why you being in my company would be advantageous,” My voice was tight, “Care to elaborate.” “All in good time.” I huffed and put on my business boots ready to kick down whatever plan he had in mind, “Well Mr Emerson, it appears that you might actually need me, which as you will know in the business world gives me a significant amount of leverage,” I had pressed the buttons, opened Pandora’s box as I heard a cold voice respond. “You are playing a dangerous game, Miss Laurence,” “Oh really, Mr Emerson,” my voice was coy, “I thought you would be used to playing dangerous games. You seem to do it so well with all your rivals or should I say, enemies.”

"You all know it would be more dangerous to have Cubs than not." "I never wanted a mate." Silas admitted, causing both me and Maddox to growl in anger. "Not until I met this woman." "she seems nervous." Maddox whispers to us and we all turn to look at Fraya, her eyes wide with fear. "Does she know how to shift back?" "doesn't seem that way." Agrees Gabriel. "Can we help her?" I ask, hopeful that their is something we can do. she squarks and we all jump, realising for the first time how clumsily she's moving, how she doesn't seem one with her other form. She flaps her wings and shakes a few times, some feathers detaching and falling to the floor.

I aim a punch towards his jaw, but he effortlessly blocks it, his movements fluid and precise. Undeterred, I shift my focus, targeting his ribs with another strike. However, he anticipates my move, seizing my arm and swiftly maneuvering me to the ground. As I tumble, my leg swings out instinctively, aiming for his face, yet he intercepts it with his arm, blocking the blow.

Muttered James vaguely. James realized that maybe their relationship could spin 180 degrees. Because now their family may be like a big family that gets along in peace. But in the business world college or relationship actually does not rule out the possibility of potentially changing direction leads as a business rival. There is nothing eternal in this fight for the path of life.

Those with their wolves qualified for high-level combat in the Warrior Tier. Shifting rules were strict. The announcer’s voice boomed, reminding everyone of the regulations. The shifting rules were strict: - A wolf could not shift if their opponent had not. - Violations resulted in severe sanctions against the hosting pack. - If a non-shifting fighter wanted to challenge a wolf, they accepted the risk—but wolves were still forbidden to use claws or teeth. - They could shove, block, body-check, or restrain. - No blood if it could be avoided (not likely, but it looked good in the rule book).

they all said. We returned by taking a longer off-road path. The route constricted gradually, and we marched in a single line. I felt myself distancing myself from everyone, allowing them to stay ahead until they were gone. I was there contemplating. I looked in the direction of our house, wondering if someone would mention the idea that I'd come up with a very fascinating game, of having a killer and a target, where two sides had comical disadvantage over the other, and vice versa. I know the only way this game will be accepted by adults is if they recognize the potential of this game to be something more than it appears to be.

“Shift.” “What? No,” she pouts, “Did you forget I’m pregnant?” Every five minutes, she reminds the world she’s pregnant, so how could I forget? “Shifting is not advisable in the early stages of pregnancy, so do it,” I tell her, leaning against the tree. “That's the first step of getting you with my brother.” “I’m scared.” “We discussed this, Sera,” I sigh. “You have to get rid of that thing if you want any shot at starting over. You can’t go on a date smelling like another man’s pup.”

Rylan said, the moment I cleared the door, "we work on transitioning back. Not just holding the shift. Shifting out of it cleanly." "What's wrong with how I do it now?" "You land on your hands and knees." "Dramatically," I added. "I land dramatically." "Smooth shifts save time," he said, ignoring me completely. "Time saves lives." I rolled my shoulders back. "Very inspiring." I shifted. Bones, fur, the world dropping two feet and rebuilding itself wider and sharper. The smells of the yard hit me all at once, damp soil, grass, Rylan's jacket, something dead and small near the far fence that we were all apparently pretending wasn't there.