Shifting Tides Charm Novels & Stories

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.

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."

"Troll Code. Can't attack a troll queen. Even a sewer troll queen." "So then ...?" I ask. "How charming can you be?" asks Tidiane/Mrs Choudry. * As I slog through the sewer sludge I can't help but feel I've been tricked. Surely Tidiane could have shape-shifted into something pleasing to charm the sewer troll queen? But I let myself be persuaded. He had taken me by the arm and led me toward the sewer entrance, assuring me that an Ironwolf Alpha(ish) would be just the thing to make a sewer troll queen feel important and isn't being made to feel important at least a bit like being charming since he didn't think I was very naturally charming himself and yet there's no accounting for tastes so wh

The idea that a virtual stranger could do that to her, could make her nearly frantic with need, did not please her. Maybe there’s something in the air, she thought suspiciously, taking a discrete sniff. Maybe it’s not me at all, but something to do with that thing he calls me. What was it, a charmer? Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she asked, “What is this charmer business about, anyway?” He looked at her; obviously surprised she would choose to speak to him. He took a moment to answer. “A charmer makes men want her. It’s the special pheromone she produces that makes the Haunt male wild.”

A blue diamond bracelet sat on her wrist. [It feels so good to be cherished. Thank you, Ethan.] I recognized the bracelet. Seventy-two thousand dollars, charged to my joint card with Ethan the night before. He made thirty-two hundred a month and still bought another woman jewelry worth more than seventy thousand because he believed I would cover him. I called the bank. "Freeze every joint account I share with Ethan Bellman. Cancel all secondary cards. And dispute that jewelry charge." Then I called the resort. The next day, the Maldives was bright and cloudless.