Third Shift Society Novels & Stories

The "Third-Shift" did not arrive with a whistle or a clatter; it arrived with a "Silence of Weight." In the previous shifts, the Union had built the factory and refined the spirit, but the Third-Shift was the era of "Deployment." The "Transcendental-Refinery" began to vent the distilled Quintessence not into the trade routes, but directly into the "Foundations of Reality." This was the "Deep-Pressure" phase. The Union was no longer content to live within the Multiverse; they were beginning to "Become" the Multiverse.

The walk to the village was much shorter than she was prepared for, the eager shifters around her flooding out to fill the wagon-rutted road. Everyone was much too excited about the First Shift. It was when the younger generation was considered to be adults, able to make their own decisions. Prey shifters, as they grew, were first given menial positions in the households they were whelped within. Running errands, cleaning, handling the chores that even the adult drudges didn't want to handle. Once they were able to go through First Shift, then they were allowed to leave their nest. Plenty of the newly adult shifters would be looking for better positions to bring honor to their clans. Deals w

So it was yet another issue that came to light. Several human politicians and businessmen weren’t happy when he came forward with solutions that didn’t increase their bottom line as they’d hoped or blocked them from profiting off the hardship of the lower classes. Yes, shifter society had lower classes, but they weren’t forced to live below the ability to survive. The lone wolf and rogue weren’t forced into that position or lower. It was something that could always be corrected by finding a pack who’s political views aligned better with the wolf personally. Malcolm’s development included services that would assist with finding this specifically for them, or a home where they could be within

The bright sunshine and the beautiful flowers surrounding the waiting shed had always been her companions while waiting for her car service to take her home. She wasn't friendly with anyone in school and she tried to keep a low profile. It wasn't a secret to her that some kids and parents in schools were still talking about the separation of her parents and it's not because they were pitying her but because they just wanted to gossip. It was the same reason why her mother sponsored a lot of students. It's her way of buying them in and command authority among them.

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of