Shifting Novels & Stories

I don’t shift. The instinct claws at me the moment I feel it—that pull beneath my skin, the animal begging for teeth and speed—but I force it down. Shifting leaves traces. Scents. Disturbances in the natural order that Alphas notice. And whatever is watching me right now feels far too powerful to be careless around. I stay human and step deeper into the trees.

Then, with all her might as an Alpha, she began her shifting— And pulled Alexander along with her. Bones cracked and flexed. Her muscles tore and reshaped, her body reshaping itself as a thousand times before. It was as easy as effortless as breathing for her. But Alexander—his body fought. He gasped, his tiny body trembling as the shift tried to take hold. Sharon could feel his hesitation through their bond, the natural fear of something unnatural prevailing. It’s okay, she told him silently, pouring reassurance into the connection. I’ve got you.

“The gene has to be one-third equal to the human genes or stronger. If not, the person trying to shift runs the risk of perishing during the process.” “If shifting is that bad, why do it?” I asked. He laid back against the pillow with his hands behind his head. Looking at the ceiling as if he was inspecting it, he said, “First of all, it’s not that bad if it’s done correctly. If the body is slowly acclimated to the venom before the first turn, it’s a fairly easy shift. Once the first shift is over and the body knows what to do, it will remember. After a while, it actually feels so good to shift that you begin to crave it.”

“W-what?” I could hear Raven stammer behind, but my mind was otherwise preoccupied. I’ve heard about shifting. We were taught about it. How it is painful because your bones are basically shifting, re-aligning themselves to those of a wolf. There’s always been excitement towards someone's first shift… But along with that, there is always fear. Fear of the oncoming pain. I won’t lie and say that I am not nervous. I am, but at the same time, I am at peace. I mean, the pains of shifting can’t be as bad as the ones from yesterday, right?

In the small back room we use for emergencies, I let the shift pull me back upright. People like to talk about the pain of shifting one way or the other as if there’s a difference. There isn’t. It costs both directions. Coming back to two feet means joints complain, muscle fiber rearranges, skin crawls for a fraction of a second as fur goes to sleep. Teeth slide into gums in a way that would make a human throw up if they watched. The worst part is hands—knuckles remaking themselves into smaller bones with more nuance. You feel clumsy until they remember what they can do.

I said already tired of talking. "Hmm... This one is hard Nicole. Have you ever shifted?" "Shifted? No!" I knew what shifting was and I knew I have never ever shifted. "What does shifting have to do with this." "The trick to this Nicole is shifting. You have to go to a forest, shift, and run round the forest to let out the steam. That's just all. It isn't so hard, but hard for those that haven't ever shifted. It would also be satisfying if you injure the said girl he was cheating on you with. That's a trick, Nicole." Phils explained and I knew what he was saying was way way not for me. I haven't s

Oh, well. “Are there any close neighbors?” I ask. “Yeah. But ‘close’ is different for us. Because we can . . .” “Transform into wolves?” “No. Well, yeah, but . . .” His cheeks have an olive tinge. God, I think he’s blushing. Because of course they’d flush green. “Shift. We call it shifting. We don’t become something else. We just kind of toggle between two settings.” This time I do smile, keeping my lips sealed. “Love the coding references.”

"Ms. Beast is tired of you wasting time." "You call her Ms. Beast?" he asks with a grin. I lift my hands and shrug. "You have your word and I have mine. Are we getting on with this or what?" The frustration in my voice should tip him off that I no longer want to talk. He cocks his head. "You realize you could shift while mating." "What?" No way, absolutely not! "It's rare. With you newly changed you need to be aware of it." "It won't happen." Crap, it better not. The short hair that covers my body when I shift will take "I must shave my legs to be with a guy" to an entirely new level. No snouts, no big teeth, and definitely no hair.

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

I can’t help but whine as I watch him endure a painfully hard shift that his wolf seemed to force upon him. I watch him closely, wondering if my opinion of the situation is wrong. Could his apology be sincere? Outside of injuries, shifting is supposed to become natural. Only the first and sometimes second shift is supposed to be painful enough that a strong pain medication after they shift back to human is used. After about six months of shifting regularly it may be uncomfortable but should not be overly painful. Yet shifts that occur when both parties don’t agree to the shift are known to be exceptionally painful and he certain