Shifting Realities Novels & Stories

Sienna, present... The thing about my life is that it feels as though I have lived many. From my torturous childhood, to the death of my pack, to being left alone for years. I've seen many things someone would barely see in 3 lifetimes let alone my miserable 1. The fact I'm still here still astounds me. 24 years old and all I've known is misery, distaste and cruel people. I decided when I was able to shift that I would no longer be this awful waste of space person.

But I am telling the truth, he is so big that my insides stretched so much and I don't know if it will ever feel good right before he put his thing on me. But seeing him this troubled because of me makes me want to go on. "Come on now Pierre, move," I urged him because I felt his hesitation and it would just be an embarrassment to me. Surely, it would feel so bad being rejected like this. The piece of the hymen was already broken, and there is nothing I can do about it but to go on. But if Pierre decides to pull away, I don't know if I can show my face to him ever again. It would be a shame to stop at this moment, we were already so engrossed, our sweaty bodies are the proof of it.

The discomfort was unbearable when the shifting started. Eleand imagined himself in his pink dragonfly wings, and he did not mind at all as long as he survived this torment. He screamed in despair when he felt his back was sliced and bones were coming out, his frail body endured the shivering, and he vomited blood. Eleand shrieked in agony and gasped for air. The load from his back was heavy. It was not like the first time he shifted. He was hyperventilating and somehow thankful that the pain slowly subsided.

But now well now she was back. As the reality and pain of the “real” world had set in she began to panic. Then she closed her eye and began to picture the world she had just witnessed with its beauty, and peace. It calmed her. She longed to go back. She longed to return to that sweet place. But how?

“Of course. But, I’m not going to ignore a prophecy. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. It’s bound to happen, one way or another.” “But this isn’t even clear, this has left room for interpretation and different outcomes.” “I chose the positive one,” he said. See, suffocating. “And what is this… She-Shifter?” “Easy… you are the first woman Shifter.”

Their legs began to shuffle but one of the campers stood still, his legs couldn't move and he had pissed on himself. "Everyone... Run! John screamed and immediately they began sprinted through the dark woods, some towards the direction of the camp, others overwhelmed by fear ran in other directions heading to unknown destinations. Summer was ahead of them all while Glenn and John were behind her. She wanted to die but certainly not in the hands of a beast she was yet to believe was real.

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

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.

"Don't worry. Even if you don't stay in the military housing, you're still my one and only husband. I'll treat you well from now on. By the way, I only treat Marcus as my younger brother." At that moment, because she had never spoken to me so tenderly before, I felt my guard slip a little. Suddenly, a truck came speeding around the corner straight toward us. Jessica grabbed Marcus' hand and pulled him to safety. In the chaos, I felt someone shove me. As the car barreled toward me, I froze in terror. The vehicle swerved sharply and hit me, dragging me along the ground. The pain was so intense that I blacked out, and cold sweat streamed down my face.

“No. The endgame just found its real player.” And above them, the night sky seemed to crack open as the city’s systems began to move under the influence of an unknown force—an enemy they hadn’t even anticipated.