Shifting Realities Novels & Stories

The thought scared me to death, it felt as if a third person was living in my body who had started gearing my body and my life while I had been forced to watch my life pass me from the sidelines. When all the tests came back negative, I felt I was going mad or my brain was cooking up some insane story and I couldn't make head or tails about my life. I felt I was being crazy because there was no possible way that this was happening to me. If I was indeed pregnant with Harper's baby, he deserved to be known. Maybe if I tell him, everything will be okay, the parental tests will come back negative and everything will be alright with the world. I wasn't even able to trust my memories but if I did

“I hate every one of you. “I never want to see any of you again.” Then the light swallowed me. And I disappeared from the shifter world for good. --- Three years had passed since I returned to my own world. At first, I still woke from nightmares, trapped again in that other life. But work grew busier. Time moved on. Slowly, the memories faded. The shifters’ faces blurred until they no longer seemed real. Sometimes, I wondered whether it had all been nothing more than a nightmare.

In the end, they moved into Bianca's parents' rented two-bedroom. Seven people squeezed inside with barely room for luggage. Bianca and Lila started fighting almost immediately. Lila called Bianca useless; Bianca called Lila a freeloader. When Helen's migraines flared, Bianca's mother told her to wait at a public clinic. Without my doctors, Gregory's blood pressure sent him to the emergency room. Without my tuition payments, Lila was removed from private school. Ethan's company fired him too. Customs work runs on trust. No one wanted client accounts handled by a man whose wedding funding had been pulled at the altar while he owed his ex-fiancee a mountain of debt.

It was listening. And there, in the midst of the ruined circle, and with the ash of the broken symbols whirling about his feet, stood Fenric with his hands not trembling with fatigue, but with the shock of what he had just wrought. The Shift was not in pieces, but there was something altered in its framework. He could sense it as a crack down in a mirror, subliminal but keen, a disjunction that would increase over time.

Seraphine raised the Blade higher, silver light blazing like a miniature sun. “And they will,” she whispered. “Because we are not here to be corrected. We are here to endure, to resist… and to rewrite the rules of reality itself.” The Rift of Realities had opened. And the anomaly was ready to step through.

Now she sensed it Her sense of self stretched thin across shifting worlds Truth splinters into countless forms, each insisting on its own logic too many systems trying to stabilize through her. Her role had shifted beyond the news desk. Reality kept pulling her in opposite directions, until she became the meeting point. Different truths bumped into each other through her presence. One version clashed with another right where she stood. Where beliefs broke down, she remained as the connection. Earth's emotional fabric starts fraying Everywhere on Earth, folks started living different truths while sharing one world People nearby recalling moments just a bit off from each other emotional respon

There had been references to a competing program, one that sought to develop gifts related not to truth-seeing but to reality-shifting. "You're from the Mirror Protocol," I guessed, feeling the attacker's slight tension confirming my suspicion. "The program that was shut down when the truth-seer project proved more stable." The modulated voice betrayed no emotion, but the blade pressed fractionally harder. "Well informed, Director. Yes, while the Prisma Institute focused on creating perfect truth-seers like yourself, another division explored the development of reality-shapers—individuals who could manipulate the boundaries between possible configurations of existence." "The program was term

POV: Shared (Twins) The battlefield was no longer something that could be seen as one place. It was layers of collapsing reality stitched together by resistance. Mirror fractures expanded across the air like broken glass suspended in motion, each shard reflecting a different version of the war. Wolves fought in shifting positions that changed depending on which layer of reality you were perceiving. Nothing stayed fixed for more than a breath. And at the center of it all, the Gate pulsed. Not randomly. Not wildly.

Grounding myself always helped to bring me closer to my wilder side. The word shift was a bit of a misnomer when it came to what we did. Shifting made it sound like our body cracked and changed into a different one, but it wasn’t like that. When we shifted, it was more like one form replaced the other rather than our bodies changing form. That’s why we could do it so quickly. It happened in the blink of an eye because that was all that was needed to call upon that part of ourselves. Scientists had been trying to explain it for years; some astrophysicists even speculated that it caused a bend in reality or called an alternate form from a parallel universe. Some of them said that when we took

Though he has stopped monitoring the island every moment… The world that was crazed with digitalization had finally learnt to take a break, to talk, to love, to feel, to unplug but how long this change will last only future can tell…. Authors note: I hope you enjoyed reading Fictitious Reality. It often becomes difficult to distinguish between Fiction and Reality. In such times we should not panic. We should use our wit and reasoning to make the right judgement. Do let me know what you think about this book through COMMENTS and REVIEWS.