Shifting Realities Methods Novels & Stories

“It’s also the first proposal that accounts for reality.” Shawn held my gaze another heartbeat, then said flatly, “Approve it.” The screen updated in real time. Three-layer model. New architecture. No longer binary. No longer dependent on stolen proximity or midnight collisions. As the meeting dissolved and others filed out, the three of us remained. The space between us felt recalibrated—charged, redefined, heavier with everything we couldn’t say in front of witnesses. My pulse throbbed low and insistent. My body remembered every time Shawn had claimed me in secret, every time Charles had tested the edges of my control.

This guy was absolutely bat-sh*t crazy. The king continues despite my silence. "Shifters, like wolves, also have mates. They mate for life and share a strong bond with their mates. A shifter will know when he's met his." I have no idea where he's going with this. "I knew when I saw you, Hera," he says carefully. "What?" I say. "I knew you were my mate."

And then. Thud! She woke up sweating and breathing heavily. She observed her surrounding before taking a sigh of relief. It was a nightmare, again! But what's the gurantee it won't be a nightmare the next time? She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. ••••••••••

His smile turned to one of concern and his face became serious. “What do you mean? You said you never got the shifting gene, so you can’t be seventeen.” My eyes widened at his words. That wasn’t what we were told in school. My voice started to come out shaky as thoughts began racing through my mind. “What are you talking about? That’s basic shifting. We learn that as children when we start school. If a Shifter has not transformed by their sixteenth birthday, then it means the shifting gene is absent, and they were cursed to live as humans.

“But it did.” Gabriel frowned sharply. “That’s not an explanation.” The man looked at him. “It is the only one that matters.” Silence stretched. Not empty. Waiting. Then the archive reacted again. But differently this time. Not alignment. Not correction. Not synchronization. Adaptation. The chambers around them began to shift. Not physically. Conceptually. The figures inside no longer moved in unison. They hesitated. Observed each other. As if unsure which version of reality to follow.

The shifting realities were a reminder of the fluidity of time and the profound impact of their actions. As they continued their journey, the shifting realities intensified, culminating in a breathtaking panorama—a convergence of pivotal moments from different eras. Battles waged, kingdoms rose and fell, and individuals faced choices that reverberated through time. Elysia felt herself drawn into these moments, experiencing the triumphs and sorrows of those who had come before her.

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 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 shifted and don't think I would ever shift.

Sleeping in his class is the way to get his attention, but I might need to find a different strategy, or my ass will never recover. My only saving grace is that I don’t have my Primal Ethics class until tomorrow. So I can work on my ass before my only class today. Which is one of my favorites. Shifting conditioning. It’s basically an easy class that teaches us how certain pills and certain DNA traits can affect how a wolf shifts. “You actually bent down…I can’t breathe.” Chiara was wheezing now, and I exhaled. I leaned up on one of my elbows, picked one of the ice packs, and threw it out at her. She screamed and fell off the couch. That made Jade chuckle.

“You are the primate king, my liege, but you are not the only one with power. Your little ba-shifterless child will come to the temple to undergo a rigorous training. She’ll have ten years to choose a shifting form.” Melius stammered but was cut off by Lina. “We’ll do what we can for her.” She paused and hesitated. “Um, I trust that she’s Melius’ daughter, but could we…” Melius stopped her. “We do not need that. It will only cause doubt in your mind until the results are in. She is my daughter.” Sanches shrugged his shoulders. “It matters not. During the training period, the DNA strands are compared to past shifterless and determined if there is a connection. So, you’ll have to give a sample