Shifting Novels & Stories

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.

He was already shifting, his muscles rippling. "Wait."

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.

in exchange tell the crowd your definition so we can be sure it's active. Deidic Male: It's "Shift"!! {verb: shift; 3rd person present: shifts; past tense: shifted; past participle: shifted; gerund or present participle: shifting 1. move or cause to move from one place to another, especially over a small distance 2. to change gears in a vehicle 3. be evasive or indirect. noun: a slight change in position, direction, or tendency.}

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

Edeline Shifting always came with a twinge of discomfort at first. My body had to adjust to the realignment of bones and muscles, molding into a different shape. “It’s always a bit painful at first,” I thought, feeling the familiar ache. “But after a few more shifts, it’ll be nothing.”

did she not notice it because she was shifting then? My chest tightens as I wrestle with these thoughts. Gosh, this is driving me crazy. My eyes flick over to John, who’s sitting across from me. I notice him tilting his head slightly, his brow furrowed in that way he does when he’s deep in thought. It’s like I can almost see the gears turning in his mind, each click making me more anxious. He breaks the silence with a calm voice "That’s called imbalance shifting." I blink, trying to process his words, but before I can respond, Harriet adds,