Shifting Tides Charm Novels & Stories

Reiner mumbled. “Knight, dear…time is ticking by. You want to try another approach?” Charm asked as she leaned her face into the palm of her hand. “There’s another approach?” Reiner asked cluelessly. “Of course. You can describe your bride-to-be to me, and I’ll make some recommendations. Don’t worry, I’m a pro at this. Oh, it’s going to cost you loads…no worries there either,” Charm said before flashing a smile full of her whitened teeth.

"Pull all investment from Donna's company. I'll handle the final meeting myself. And starting now, scale down everything in Fremora. Shift operations back to Carmoria." Leandro Corp had always been Carmoria-focused. But eight years ago, I dragged the whole company back to Fremora—our home country—just to stay close to her. Now, I was heading back to Carmoria. For good. Out of Donna's life, permanently. Then another text popped up. [Let's get divorced. I'm tired.] This time, I didn't stop her. I replied with one word: [Okay.] Next morning, I woke up at eight. From my office, I heard yelling outside.

The weight of his hand resting on the small of my back. I fell fast and hard for his dark charm. I gave myself to him, letting him claim me, again and again. For four years, our affair was a secret hidden in the shadows. In that time, he sculpted my body, teaching it to crave his touch, molding me into his perfect obsession. Then she came back. Isabella, his exiled ex-fiancée. He sent his private jet for her. I swallowed my pride and crashed his reunion. An hour ago, his hands, still smelling of blood, gripped my chin. He forced his kiss on me.

His index finger was bent at an unnatural angle. Kai stood in front of Logan now, shoulders squared, eyes cold and gleaming with something dangerous. His entire body radiated raw, barely restrained violence. He was no longer just some strange, clueless man in Logan’s apartment. He was something else entirely. A predator. Jared gasped for air, eyes wide in shock. “Y-You broke my fucking finger, you psycho!” Kai didn’t blink. “Don't hurt Logan.” His voice was low, a growl.

Then he found himself a position near his family's old summer property from where he could see the shoreline with a pair of binoculars. He told himself it was practical. He needed to know what she was hiding. He needed answers. And the more he watched, the more convinced he became that Marrine had been hiding something from everyone. Even herself. --- The first strange thing he noticed was the water. It always changed when she approached. Damien couldn't help but notice it. He told himself it was coincidence. Tides shifted every night. Winds blew. Currents moved. The mood of the moon changed the ocean in ways no land bound person could predict.

I asked, and the guy smiled at me. "If we all shift. Half a day we run," he replied, and I looked at our 16 year old. "You are going to ride one of them, right?" I asked, and she nodded, looking at her dad, who also gave a nod in my direction. "Great, we can travel that way," I let the guy know, and we all shifted as he was moving beside a tree to shift. Mitne helped me to make charms for my pack with crystals powering them. They hang around their necks, and when they shift, they adjust in size and store their clothes. And that all the charm does. Further than that, nothing extra.

I can feel the force of the giant wave pushing against me, forcing me to readjust and throw more power into my actions, but still, I feel the fucking thing resisting me. A tsunami may be a natural and powerful force but even it must bend to sirna magic. This thing is fighting me like a sentient being. No tsunami can do that, which means someone is controlling this thing. I keep my hold on the wave as I close my eyes and try to feel the energy behind this beast. I grind my molars in disgust and feel my eyes burn brighter as I sense the presence of more sirna magic. Another sirna is responsible for this, and when I find them I’ll turn them into fucking sashimi.

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.

For some reason, I'm not ready to go back to his mansion. "There's food in the cabinets. I'll bring you things so you don't have to get up." He leaves and returns with a loaf of bread and peanut butter and jelly, along with a can of oysters. "I wish I had a painkiller to offer you, but shifters don't use them." Shifters. It still sitting in, but now that it has, it makes him all the more fascinating and attractive. No wonder I'd had a teen crush on Jackson king. He is superhuman.

"A diplomatic cult." Adrian continued. "Long ago, when our packs split, the seer predicted a shifter with dual essence—neither pack, neither bonded to violence nor hierarchy. Someone who could bridge the divide. Someone with power that shifts outside the moon's rule." Rivener's jaw tightened. "Charlie isn't your bridge." "She is if the prophecy marked her." Charlie held up a finger. "Counterpoint: I did not sign up for supernatural peace negotiations. I barely kept a houseplant alive this year."