Shifting Stories Novels & Stories

He said: "You have been doing this for four months. You shift every morning, you hold it longer each time, you document it afterward. You have produced eleven pages of phenomenological account." She said: "Yes." He said: "Most wolves learn to shift in the first year of their lives and develop it over decades without ever documenting it." She said: "Yes." He said: "You have been a first-generation wolf for seven months and you have a more comprehensive account of the shift experience than anything in the Covenant's records." She said: "The Covenant's records document what observers see. I am documenting what the shifter experiences." He said: "Yes." She said: "Those are different documents."

I looked at Maya, who was carefully explaining to her plastic block why it needed to stay in line, and then at Leo, who was currently trying to feed a spoonful of oats to his dinosaur. They loved this apartment. They knew the exact rhythm of the bakery bells below, they knew the mail carrier’s name, and they felt entirely safe behind these yellowed walls. Moving them, running away based on a single five-minute encounter in a grocery store felt like tearing up a garden just because a cloud passed over the sun. "We wait," I said softly, my voice level and decisive.

“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.

Daryl screamed some words to Sapphire, words that were not coherent to me because of the pain I was feeling. The only knowledge I had about shifting was the knowledge I’d gathered from books. I know it can be very painful, and can even lead to the death of the shifter. It’s even more painful for a half-breed considering it’s an unusual occurrence and half-breeds aren’t as strong as pure-breeds. It’s harder to undergo the first shift on your own as an ordinary wolf. A loved one can help one’s shift less painful, especially a mate.

“Sir, you say that a werewolf in the Klondike State Forest attacked you? I have here a listing of the closest wolf shifter packs and I have found none. Werewolves don’t exist. Are you sure it wasn’t a bear, fox, or coyote? Wolves don’t exist within this state forest, either. A wolf shifter pack would be extremely noticeable within its borders. How did you know it was a shifter, rather than a natural wild animal? Did they shift and take you to the hospital? Apologize? I’m sorry, sir, but shifters don’t bite if they can avoid it. What did you do to make this creature, wild or shifter, feel like they were in danger? After all, this is a state forest. You’re the invading species in that environm

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

"Transferring during second year is such a weird time." "Some stuff happened at my last school, so my aunt told me to just transfer. Plus, my dad graduated here, so I thought I'd try it out too." "Did you get into a fight or something?" Crimson asked. "Please, I'm too scrawny to get into a fight. I'd instantly be knocked out." "Then can I ask what happened?" "You can't." I replied almost immediately. "I'd rather not talk about it." There was a bit of an awkward silence, but then suddenly, Scarlet looked like she lied down, but she actually fell asleep. "That scared me!" I exclaimed as I held onto my chest.

“Before you decide fate is against you, try shifting without fear.” The idea sank into me, cool and unfamiliar. Shift without fear. The thought alone made my stomach twist. Shifting had always been tied to pain, to something foreign and uncontrollable. But what if it didn’t have to be? I looked around. Callum, Asher, Malcolm—they were all occupied, too focused on the war ahead to see the war raging inside me. It would be selfish to pull them away, to ask them to hold my hand through something I should face alone.

It felt like a trance and I didn't want to come out in this limbo. "When I was younger and learning to shift," I began, "I was subjected to all kinds of torture to keep me from changing back and forth. My shifting was aggressive and whenever it happened, I wanted to kill. It was fun though and I got to roam around, but since then after that, I haven't cared so much about that. My focus has been on other things. Also, I made rules to protect our exposure. No shifting unless absolutely necessary.” Venita wrinkled her nose. “I hate rules. They suck.” A smile lit up her face, and I thought she looked even more beautiful. I love myself a rule breaker.

The final chapter of the saga was the Eternal-Shift. The "Great-Story" had moved beyond "Conflict," "Resolution," and "Development." It had reached the state of Permanent-Operation. The Union was now a "Self-Writing-Book" that added a "Infinite-Pages" every second, yet never "Ended." The "Sovereignty" was no longer a "Goal"; it was the "Atmosphere."