Shifting Stories Novels & Stories

He pointed out. And that was a lie as well. Brandon had in fact told the Shifters nothing but the truth since he woke up. He was just being careful about what truths he shared or didn't share. He had to be. "Stop being difficult...We can exchange names now if it would make things easier..." The Shifter offered. "But I don't want to." Brandon said....the last thing he wanted was to get chummy with these Shifters. "So you don't want to talk seriously or exchange names. Well if you were going to talk in circles why you did even bother to talk to me at all? Im not one for wasting my time!" The Shifter snarled back at him shaking his head.

"Help me stop this." He tilted his head. Those eyes glinted like twin mirrors to some other world. "When something has begun," he said calmly, "you cannot stop it." And then the pain hit. Hot and wild burning sensation, tearing through my backbone like a thunderbolt. My muscles twisted. Bones cracked. My garments ripped at the seams. I screamed, not from fear, but from the sheer impossibility of what my body was doing. I was changing. Shifting. It wasn't supposed to be possible. The moon was gone. I had never shifted before. Not even get anywhere near.

"No. I can shift whenever I choose. The need to shift is stronger with the changes of the moon, but they aren't linked together." "And as a wolf, you can remember everything from your human side?" I tear off a piece of bread and spread butter on it, eating. "In a way, yes." "Have shifters always been on the throne? You've never been discovered before?" I ask. "My history is a long one, Hera," Ambrose says. "Many generations ago, the human king was usurped by a shifter. We've been on the throne ever since. We keep our secret locked away. Not all humans would be so accepting of my kind on their throne. But no, we haven't been discovered. The worst they can do is vicious rumors, but I have spie

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.”

A dank, miserable smell was coming from it and I wondered if Cherish was thinking back to her experience, when she was first kidnapped. “Hey, can you tell me about shifting then,” she said, quickly turning her face away and looking at the dawning horizon ahead. “Sure, I won’t lie, it's going to hurt like a bastard. Your body is literally rearranging. But it gets easier. Like eventually you will easily part-shift to reveal your teeth and claws if you find yourself in danger. But the first time, yeah…” “Okay, what is the purpose of it, like what should I be wanting to get out of it?” She really did know zero about shifters.

“It’s time. I can't hold it back anymore, it's been too long. If I don't do it now, we may both lose it forever. Just hold on please, I'm trying to make this happen as quickly as I can.” “Please, try harder. It feels like my body is splitting in two and I don't think I can take it anymore.” Okay, now I wanted the water again but I didn't tell Adrian. “You need to be strong, Kaya. We are going to do a great good to our kind so it's not going to be easy at first. Just hold on please." I'd heard that shifting was painful and terrible but I didn't expect it to be this bad. This should be a punishment, a fatal one.

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.

I guess we’re going to have the usual family debate in front of our human guests. “You disagree?” Mr. Shah’s eyes glint, his interest clear. Shah runs an incubator with a combined value of three billion dollars. He’s not a stupid man, and he’s not about to ignore an insider hot to air dirty laundry. “Shifters are competitive by nature. The strong rule. The weak are culled. We ‘pivot’—” Alban spits the word, “so well because we don’t carry dead weight.” Mrs. Shah’s jaw drops, but she quickly covers her distaste with a bland expression. Brody mumbles his agreement, his mouth full.

“I did it because truth shouldn’t need cover.” After the call, I sit alone. The fracture has done what fractures do—it’s broken something open. Not just careers. Narratives. I open my notebook and write a single line: The cost came due—but it didn’t collect from the wrong person. The world will move on. It always does. But something has shifted. And I know this now, with certainty: This story is no longer about staying or leaving institutions. It’s about what grows after you refuse to be edited.

Standing on my tippy toes, I pout until he leans down so that I can kiss him as I am completely unable to reach otherwise, because of our size difference. Looking around, I was shocked by the beautiful clearing filled with wildflowers and sunshine. Beaming at him, I gave him a quick hug before nervously playing with my fingers. I’d only ever started shifting once, and it was an unconscious action and we never completed it. Thankfully, Atlas seemed to know how I felt, and talked me through step by step, starting with removing our clothing so they wouldn’t be torn to shreds when we shifted. He talked me through every moment, including the worst part-the first shift is also the most painful, an