A Soul To Touch Novels & Stories

“WELL, WELL, WELL—I'M GOING TO BE CHOOSING THE BEST COUPLE FOR TONIGHT’S SHOW TO COME GIVE US SOME SMOOOOTH MOVES.” This. This is what life outside Michael’s world feels like. I feel like I’ve been in chains for years. Even though I’m not completely free yet, nothing compares to this sense of liberation. “I SEE THEM! EVERYONE, MAKE WAY FOR THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DAMSEL IN L.A, THE LADY IN THE SHINY RED DRESS AND HER MAN IN A BLACK SUIT!!!” I turned around in search of the couple, but immediately froze the moment the light dropped on us.

Ever so softly, his chest heaved up and down as he stepped closer to me. The first thing he touched was my heart region. His calloused palm slid over the chest region where my heart pounded for him. His forehead slowly lowered till it was pressed against mine as he closed his eyes. “I can hear it.” He murmured. “Your soul. It’s calling out to me. Here-” he took my own hand and placed it on his racing heart, “-listen.” I heard beautiful music tinkling in the back of my mind. It sounded familiar, and made me feel warm and complete. I gasped at the feeling.

I fear you watching me do what I'm about to do will undermine my intentions for the lesson. He glides his fingers along my shoulder and teases the sensitive skin there. His touch ignites my flesh with vibrancy, stirring an electrical current through my veins. He continues to caress me, awakening my mind, body, and soul to sensations I didn't know possible. With a delicate touch, he arouses cells that have been dormant my entire life.

“For you.” The darkness surrounding my vision pulled back, the world becoming brighter and clearer as I shook my head and tried to focus on what he had just said. “For me?” I echoed. “You carry a light strong enough that you can touch a soul without being destroyed yourself. The only others who can do that are the reapers who work for Death, and Death himself.” He said, and my stomach dropped. "But I had never touched a soul before. I healed bodies." I said, determined to prove him wrong. I had nothing to do with this.

Souls whispered their stories, and Alec could sense the intertwining narratives weaving a tapestry of experiences. "Sasha," he said, his voice carrying the weight of countless echoes, "do you hear them? The stories of love, of loss, of dreams that echo through the ages. It's like the very essence of existence is singing to us." Sasha nodded, her eyes reflecting the myriad emotions coursing through the cosmic currents. "Alec, every soul we encounter adds a new note to our journey. It's overwhelming, yet beautiful, like a celestial choir revealing the depths of the universe's heart."

Deeper. “And I swear,” he said, his voice suddenly carrying the weight of an oath, “by the Moon Goddess and the names of my ancestors... I will fight for you. And I will come to you.” Our hands touched. And for a moment, something pulsed—not in my skin, but in a place beyond flesh. A thread, invisible but unbreakable, tied our souls together. And then— “DON’T TOUCH WHAT’S MINE!”

This is the feeling I've been missing all my life. I fall into a deep sleep, finally content with my life. A soulmate is the one person whose love is powerful enough to motivate you to meet your soul, to do the emotional work of self-discovery, of awakening.

We complete each other, yet we are incomplete. Our journey has been the most beautiful one, yet it’s our most painful loss to each other. I love your soul and all that completes you. You always said, “Your scars are my scars”, but your tears and pain are all mine. All of me is all of you. Although we cannot be there for each other, I promise to remember every word, every feeling, and every smile of yours.

Now the desperation filled his voice. This bond everyone talks about. Did I feel it? Surely it can't be by touch and sight. There would have to be more. How could he be sure? Sebastian read my mind as he spoke. "Humans may not be able to reach inside the soul as we can, but the touch, the undoubted desire to be pulled into my embrace, has been there, has it not?" Sebastian pulled the hair he had wrapped around his fingers, giving him the perfect view of my neck. He eyed it lustfully, his throat swallowing his spit and venom.

A huge red demon with the body of a muscular and furry beast and the head and neck of a python emerged from the ground. The soul looked surprised but then continued sitting and showing an 'I don't care' attitude. Of course, it would behave like that because it was a soul and felt that it wouldn't be touched by anything. But I knew that this demon can definitely cause harm to it because the mirror summons demons according to my situation. The demon reached out and tried to grab the soul in vain. The soul laughed at the demon's attempt and laughed at me as well. To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul.