Symptoms Of Shifting Novels & Stories

My body began to shake, my vision blurring as a force I couldn’t control surged through me. I'm shifting!!!

shift. 'Shift? How long have you been feeling that way?' I know she shifted before, and the baby was fine, but the idea of her doing it again scares me. What if it was a one time thing? Shewolves shouldn't shift when pregnant and Chilli expressing the possible need to do so frightens me. 'No, I don't know, I'm sorry, I don't mean to worry you, I..' She trails off as I feel her emotions getting the better of her, I hold her hand in mine to help her control them.

Shyla’s P.O.V. Maddox was right, we needed to experience the full spectrum of sensations of a completed bond. So, after dinner, I decided to shift once again. Ash was on the same page as me. “It’s going to be painful to shift, but I can do it for our mate.” Because of my weird transformation, even extending claws or canines was impossible for me. Ash told me that we should practice more to master the process of shifting. But before I could do it, my body betrayed me. I caught the flu faster than a baby. Until night, I was coughing and sneezing nonstop, cursing my adventurous nature.

The woman with my parents chuckled. “Some illnesses follow this same pattern, a shifter suffers nightmares which if left untreated over the years can result to mental deterioration. They start seeing things that don't exist and sooner than later after they clock eighteen, they fail to shift as well. If left untreated, these sickness would result into something more vague.” “No, it's not true. I’m not sick, I saw it. There was a stranger, there was a box in the garden and I--”

I pause when I see myself in the one-way mirror. My eyes are bloodshot, my legs and arms are protruding in awkward angles and my body has small tufts of fur sprouting out in random spots. I stopped shifting. Panic rises when I realize what is happening. They aren't letting me shift completely. They are stopping me and the relief that comes along with finally fully shifting is now out of sight.

“And the sickness? Will I stop wanting to throw up every time it’s about to happen?” His brow furrowed slightly at what I said. “…Blackouts? I can’t say I’ve heard of that being a common symptom… but it’s possible you’ve been fighting against yourself too much. The more you try to stop the shift from happening, the more painful and uncontrollable the whole process is. I can walk you through it and help you so that it won’t happen.” He sounded so genuine that I wanted to believe him. In fact, it was increasingly becoming harder to deny those feelings inside, the ones urging me to just run to him already. But it was those very feelings that brought me here today. I still needed answers.

When I was far enough in, I dropped my backpack and shifted. The feeling of shifting is a hard to describe. At first it’s painful, with all your bones transitioning to take a new form. It’s not an overwhelming pain, unless done repeatedly in a day. There is a magical aspect in changing form though, one that allows us to appear wearing clothes when we shift back to human form. I appreciate this aspect the most.

Tamara’s eyes widen in great astonishment while looking at Shahara who stood up and looked at the shelves while talking to her. She already know how to shift at the age of five?! It was incredible! – She remarkably thought. “Shifting can be triggered by various things like anger, too much pain, uneasiness, even too much joy, or loneliness. Heightened emotions can be a probable cause of shifting into our wolf form. We can shift at any time – and it can be uncontrollable – the thing is we must master how to shift back to our human form.” Tamara was attentively listening to whatever Shahara was explaining to her.

Her traitorous body had responded to that, just like it was responding to his very presence now. But getting him to go away would be simple enough. Not simply because seduction wouldn’t be possible, but because no wolf liked to be around menstruating female shifters. Shifter PMS was a bitch—a time filled with excessive fatigue, mood swings, irritability, cramps, bloating, aching breasts, tension, increased appetite, sleeplessness, and hot flashes.

It was listening. And there, in the midst of the ruined circle, and with the ash of the broken symbols whirling about his feet, stood Fenric with his hands not trembling with fatigue, but with the shock of what he had just wrought. The Shift was not in pieces, but there was something altered in its framework. He could sense it as a crack down in a mirror, subliminal but keen, a disjunction that would increase over time.