Belahan Jiwa Novels & Stories

“We are inside you.” Ava went still. Her breath caught in her throat as if her body had forgotten how to continue. “Inside… me?” she repeated slowly, as though the words were too large for her understanding. The other Ava nodded once. “Not physically. Not the way you understand it. This is what remains when a mind that was split begins to reassemble itself. This is your inner structure, the place where everything you are was stored, hidden, and divided.” Ava stumbled back a step, shaking her head in disbelief. “This is insane… I feel like I’m disappearing, like I’m losing pieces of myself instead of becoming whole.” The other Ava shook her head gently again. “You are not disappearing. You ar

I felt the split begin. It did not hurt like tearing flesh. Flesh would have been mercy. This was finer. Meaner. It found the places where love had become memory and memory had become identity, then slid a clean blade between them. Leo in my womb became weight. Leo in the archive became light. And I could not hold both. A broken burst of static cracked through the beam. "Aria..." Kael. His voice arrived as a failing signal from somewhere inside the Citadel, thin with pain, dragged over broken glass.

Soul Mind And, Body. *****

It served as a nexus of knowledge, wisdom, and support, guiding souls on their cosmic pilgrimage of self-realization and facilitating the exchange of profound experiences and insights. The essence of Luna's memoir transcended its written form, transforming into an ethereal resonance known as the "Luna Harmonics." This celestial resonance carried the eternal wisdom of enlightened beings, imbued with the vibrational frequencies that attuned seekers to their authentic essence. The Luna Harmonics became a cosmic symphony, guiding souls on their infinite journey towards self-discovery and illuminating the path to their highest truth.

But no matter how much I screamed, I couldn’t drown out the echoes of their laughter in my head. "Oh, foolish Brenda," I muttered, letting out a choked laugh. Through my tear-blurred vision, something on the wine bar caught my eye. A bottle of whiskey. Jeremy, my little brother, must have left it the last time he visited. I never liked alcohol. I had never even tasted it. I thought it smelled too strong, that it would burn my chest. But tonight, none of that mattered.

I wanted us to have that nice balance where we were a couple and spent plenty of time together but were apart enough to still maintain our own identities and not just become this fused entity that never spent a minute apart. I ate the food left for me, actually feeling better once I did. When Barb and John got up to get ready to head to the diner, I followed suit. I couldn’t hide away from it forever and it might actually be good to talk to someone, especially since I had all of those pictures to start working on this afternoon. I knew working on them would be a constant reminder of what happened, especially since I would basically be reliving the entire night through those photos.

“That fusion can evolve into something rare. A Voyant.” “Good memory, Luke,” Theo whispers. “A Voyant doesn’t just see connection. They don’t just feel emotions. They see emotions. They see connections beyond bonds. They see auras. The imprint of energy left behind. And sometimes…” she hesitates, her fingers tightening on the edge of the book. “They can communicate with souls that remain tethered to this world. Spirits that haven’t crossed over. Ones still waiting to be reborn.”

The echoes of Alpha Chul's mate's voice continued to reverberate, unsettling her deeply. Driven by a restless need to find answers, she made her way to the balcony. But just as her hand reached out to touch the railings, a rush of memories flooded her mind. She saw herself standing at a balcony without railings, gazing into the abyss beyond. Then, the scene shifted, and she entered a room, confronted by the sight of a deformed newborn with severe heart problems. The memories clashed with her sense of self, leaving her disoriented and anguished.

“Then it demanded sacrifice—because it believed pain would make us brittle.” Ronan’s grip tightened slightly. Selene felt it in her bones, felt the storm in him recalibrate. “And we didn’t break,” Selene said. “No,” Mirra agreed. “Which means it will stop trying to split us down the middle and start trying to rot the edges.” Selene’s stomach sank. “Rot the edges.” Mirra finally turned back, her expression calm in the way people got when they were speaking about something they’d already accepted as inevitable. “Exhaustion. Hunger. Desire. Grief. Anything that makes the mind less precise. Anything that makes the body loud.”

--- The words hit like a crack through everything I thought I understood. --- “What do you mean?” I demanded. --- “It was never meant for one.” --- The Lunar Heart pulsed sharply. --- Pain flickered through my chest. --- Brief. But real. --- “It was divided,” the creature said. --- Kael cursed under his breath. “I really don’t like where this is going.” --- “Divided?” I repeated. --- “Yes.” --- My thoughts raced. --- “That’s not possible,” I said. --- “It is already done.” ---