Shifting Stories Novels & Stories

"An untrained shifter is dangerous, even at his age. If he shifts in public, around humans—" "I know. I know." Sera holds Connor closer. "We'll figure it out." Two weeks later, Elena shifts for the first time, too. Same sudden transition, same confusion. The pack doctor hypothesizes it's because they're twins—sharing the supernatural development, pushing each other to new milestones. Whatever the reason, Sera and Dante now have two wolf pups who shift unpredictably. Training begins. Gentle exercises to help the cubs control their shifts. Games that teach them the difference between a human and a wolf. Pack members take turns supervising, ready to intervene if a shift happens at a bad time.

"I don't remember it at all. My mate saw me, though." "Understandable," a woman named Shirley says to me before smiling. "Memories of my first shift only came to me much later. It's a traumatic moment. Our bodies are forced to change in ways that are unnatural. But you'll adapt. With every shift, you'll get closer and closer to your wolf. Remember, it is a part of you. Your wolf is who you are. Take one away, and the other ceases to exist." I stare at my lap for a handful of beats, then admit, "Every time I even think about shifting, I'm filled with horror. I can't bear the thought of it at all."

I mindlink Eli. "No. Austin always said shifting wasn't important, and he pretended that after we lost my mom, his horse was too depressed to shift. Now, I know that's all a lie, so who knows what they are." He replies. "Go ahead. Let me see one of you shift. Are you shifters, or are you human? Maybe you're a spider, and I can squash you with my foot. No, I know what you are. You're cockroaches. Let's test the theory that cockroaches don't die, shall we?" I raise my hands, making my flames bigger while Julie and Austin cower in the corner.

“W-what?” I could hear Raven stammer behind, but my mind was otherwise preoccupied. I’ve heard about shifting. We were taught about it. How it is painful because your bones are basically shifting, re-aligning themselves to those of a wolf. There’s always been excitement towards someone's first shift… But along with that, there is always fear. Fear of the oncoming pain. I won’t lie and say that I am not nervous. I am, but at the same time, I am at peace. I mean, the pains of shifting can’t be as bad as the ones from yesterday, right?

“We have studied any recovered books or records thoroughly over the years, as we do with any new pieces that find their way to us, for the most part we all assumed that the writings in here were children’s stories, and nothing but fiction written by an imaginative soul, and that may still be the case, but now I’m not so sure.” “The book is filled with tales, short stories really, relaying the life stories of shifters who were blessed or cursed by the Moon Goddess. It really does read as fantastical ramblings rather than anything of fact. But one of the stores tells of mated shifters both cursed and blessed by the Goddess. Cursed to a lonely life, one of solitude until they meet their perfect

I answered, feeling ashamed that I had revealed such a vulnerable secret to him. “I can shift with you if you want,” he suggested. My breath hitched in my throat despite the casual tone his voice had. “No!” I gave a single reply. “Why not?” I didn’t have to spell it out to him, did I? Shifting was about either showing strength, showing vulnerability or showing brokenness. And I have never been in a place of strength before, so I shifted with vulnerability and that was why I kept emotions away as much as I could, especially the sad ones.

We follow the side of the road, and she talks. "When I found out we're always wrapped-up in trouble, defending and fighting and attracting bad energy, I knew I had to separate myself from my old life," she explains. "I know I can be pushy and demanding when it comes to this, but it's only because I know how dangerous it can be. My mom says shifting is a gift, but, most of the time, it feels like a curse. Telling you to be careful in the forest, ending our friendship, warning you now — all of it is because I don't want you to get hurt. I don't want you to see what I've seen."

I bite my lip unsure if I should or not. I hesitate. Then I tell her. I tell her how I’ve only shifted twice in my life. How shifting was forbidden, how women caught doing so were punished, whipped to within an inch of their lives. I describe the fear, the lash of the whip across bare skin. I tell her how it was allowed only once—on our eighteenth birthday, when our wolves awakened. But even then, it wasn’t about freedom. It was for the men. To make it easier to find their mates. After all that was the only use we had to form their precious heirs.

"Well, it didn't bother me finding out about the Reaver business...." A kind smile spread across Nate face as his gaze slowly transferred from glaring at Lander and back to Brandon. "I'm glad to hear that..." he suddenly intoned, adjusting himself in his seat so that he was leaning on one of his elbows and his other arm was lengthen outwards as Nate gestured first to Brandon then towards a window all while speaking. "You are obviously an open minded individual..." He said, still smiling softly. "But...there have been plenty of Shifter's who have literally run away from Ezekiel when they found out what he was."

He didn't like the wolf behind it. The moment he met Chris, Sheng smelled trouble. He'd not missed how his sister and Chris looked at each other with moonstruck eyes. Talk about a complication he didn't want or need. He knew Jiao thought them safe, his fault really because he'd done his job as protector too well. Sheng and Patricia, the RCMP shifter with connections who'd helped them disappear when they escaped the mountains, had helped him hide the evidence of Kaleb's continued interest in their whereabouts. She noted inquiries made into their identities, and if too frequent, changed their name and moved them. She monitored reports of suspicious shifter activity. When she moved from one RCM