Shifting Realities Novels & Stories

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

My thoughts twist again to my father. He knew I was a Shadow Warrior, and I haven't quite forgiven him for never confessing the truth. After reading Nalista's history, I understand that females don't necessarily change to their Beast like the men do, and there was no way my father or mother could have known I was a shifting female. And more weight falls on my mother's shoulders for raising me vegan. She knew it could hold back the change. Even Nalista mentioned it in her books. It was a common practice on the home planet. The females did not want their daughters turning as volatile as the male Warriors.

Dance with the Devil is a song by Immortal Technique that I once heard. After dancing with a rumored devil in the flesh, I don't know why I can still recall these songs. Nicholas is a peculiar and mysterious individual. When I questioned him about our relationship, he replied, "I'll show you." Shortly after, he had my legs spread wide and had his cookie all to himself while I was resting on my back. I keep wondering just what that particular moment meant. Am I just a gullible young woman who just abandoned herself to a stranger? Love is supposedly blind, but I don't believe it to be more blind than I am. If a blind man can accurately play piano notes. I ponder how I can't notice the danger r

“ “Moving on is impossible. She's all I think about. I can't get her out of my head...“ “Someday, you'll fall in love again. And that someone will heal all the wounds. Someday, Son. “ “What if I don't? “ Arthur asked the one question that troubled him. “Time –they say– heal all wounds, but what if it doesn't heal mine? What if I gave all my love to Stacie, and none is remaining for another?“ “Arthur?“ “What if I never get the closure I seek, and I spend all my life crying over a love that broke me?“ “Arthur. Son, that's enough.“ “What if I never get over Stacie? What if her voice never stops haunting my dreams and thoughts?“ “Arthur, you gotta stop with the 'what-ifs' and take a decision. De

I could feel their fear—it pulsed through the air like heat, thick and sour. “Please,” I said, raising my hands. “You don’t understand. I’m trying to fix it.” “By turning the world into that?” He pointed behind me. I turned—and saw what he meant. The forest we’d walked through was shifting again. Trees twisting from wood to stone, leaves flickering between green and silver shadow. The air rippled as the two realities overlapped, each clawing for dominance. And I was the center of it. The man stepped forward. “We can’t risk you losing control.”

The roar of the wind, the slash of the leaves as he cut around bushes and smaller plants. It’s amazing, isn’t it? “Yes.” I yell back, and he chuffed out a laugh. This is what shifting opens up for you. The world comes alive. The trees speak to you; the wind calls to you; the moon watches over you. The world calls to us, and our animals answer. “When will I get to experience it?” I couldn’t wait until I could shift. Nix chuffed her agreement but stayed silent. We shift when our bodies can handle it. The bigger or stronger the animal, the later we shift. Your father wasn’t ready when he came of age. We shifted after he mastered his magic and his body. We were twenty when we finally shifted.

Stars were falling from the sky. Entire constellations vanished before his eyes. ⸻ The Mother covered her mouth. ❤️ ⸻ Because she recognized the symptoms. ⸻ Reality wasn’t being attacked anymore. ⸻ Reality was breaking under the weight of its own history. ⸻ 🌙 The Cost Of Every Miracle The Guardian stepped toward the collapsing horizon. ⸻ The Realm of Possibility flickered. 🚪✨ ⸻ Thousands of futures disappeared every second.

I have never allowed pussy to come before work and I won’t start now. Today seems to be moving more slowly than usual, but the time still gets away from me. I’m supposed to be looking over reports from my last investment, but my mind won’t focus on them. It keeps traveling back to thoughts of the round, beautiful ass that belongs to the equally beautiful woman who is my assistant. Maybe I should transfer her to someone else. No then I would have to find another assistant which means more work for me. Anyway, I doubt moving her would solve a thing.

“That’s our thing.” The Architect’s gaze shifted between them. And for the first time— something new appeared. Not fear. Not anger. A possibility. A variable it had never fully accounted for. Together— they were worse than apart. Much worse. The system trembled again. Not from force. From conflict. And then— everything changed. The space cracked. Hard. Violent. Reality splitting— like something else was pushing in. Noah shouted: “WHAT NOW—?!” The girl turned sharply.