Book On Soul Ties Novels & Stories

“I defend her because she fought with more strength than most seasoned reapers would have in her place. If you strip her now, you lose the only link we have to tracking this soul.” A hush settled again, heavier this time. Avery dared glance at him, startled by the conviction in his voice. He hadn’t spoken like that to her—ever. Marcellus steepled his long, pale fingers. “You claim this tether makes her useful. Others claim it makes her dangerous. Both may be true.” His eyes shifted back to Avery. “Would you, novice, allow us to probe this link? To let us see what binds you to this soul?” Her chest clenched. The very idea of them rooting around inside her connection made her skin crawl. She i

With the way she called him back he knew she must have something to tell him. "Have you discussed it with her?" "Yaya I will, I can't just throw it at her." "It's okay, I get you." He pecked her and left. Brielle was laying on the bed with a book in her hand when he entered the room. "What are you reading?" "Book." George grabbed the book from her and looked at the cover. He turned slowly and looked at her. "What" "You read romance novels?" "What's wrong with that?"

But she wasn’t. I had read all the books I could find on the topic of soul ties, and what I found terrified me. In some cases, soul ties were a sign of a deep and unbreakable connection between two people. But in other cases, they were a sign of a dark and twisted obsession. And then there were the cases where soul ties were a sign of a powerful and ancient magic, one that could be used for good or evil. I didn't know what to believe, or what to think. All I knew was that I felt a connection to Arianna, a connection that went deeper than anything I had ever felt before.

It pulsed in rhythm with the lines on our skin. "I need to study these," I said. "Study them how?" I had some old books in my pack. Ancient texts about bonds and magic. Maybe they'd have answers. I found the books. Spread them out by the fire. The men watched as I flipped through pages. Looking for anything similar. "Here," I said finally. A chapter on soul bonds. With illustrations that looked almost like our marks. "What does it say?" Kael asked. I read out loud. "Soul bonds create physical manifestations when power levels exceed normal parameters."

The book contained knowledge lost to time, secrets about the origins of their kind, forgotten magic, and hidden weaknesses that could turn the tide of war. Her fingers tightened around the quill as she underlined a particular passage. Blood ties can be severed, but bonds of the soul remain eternal. The words sent a shiver down her spine. She knew the significance of soul bonds, but the idea of them lingering even after severance intrigued and terrified her. It raised questions she wasn’t sure she wanted answers to.

My fingers trace along a few promising books like ritual studies, old magic, psychic links—I’m impressed by the things they keep here, but none of them contain the detail I need. I need to find more. I desperately scour through the whole place, careful not to break the dust that blankets the shelves, so no one will notice that someone sneaked in here. Then, my eyes drift to a manuscript tucked behind a set of other old books. The title along the spine reads: Soul Tethers and Mate Imprints. My pulse skips as I pull it out and flip through the pages. This must be it! I’ve never snatched a book this fast in my life. I find a secluded corner of the study and lower myself to the floor, book in ha

“Believe me, even though I hate it, I understand what you mean. This is differen. I swear, I don’t feel the mate bond.” She was about to speak, but I beat her into it, “And no, I’m not in denial. I just don’t feel the spark, magic, whatever that you said you felt when the mate bond took effect on you.” My brother is a year older than us, so he felt their mate bond earlier. He didn’t tell Lyle for some reason, and because of that, they had several arguments because Ruis simply refused to talk about it. Knowing my brother, he just wanted it to be a surprise, or he wanted it to be mysterious for no particular reason.

Desperation clawed at me like ever before. Then I remembered the soul tie. The mate bond’s deepest link—the one alphas only triggered in emergencies, because it laid everything bare. Emotions. Pain. Location. It was the one thing that could make whatever this was between Rosalind and I deeper and stronger. It was the unbreakable tie between mates, even when the bond gets broken, a soul tie that’s been triggered never gets broken. Touching it meant feeling her, all of her, and I wasn’t sure I could handle that without losing control.

It didn't stop the attack completely, but it tethered the fraying threads, looping them back toward each other in desperate knots. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Above us, the moon blazed down, stark and brilliant, as if the Goddess herself had finally opened her eyes. A memory surfaced—unbidden, unwanted—the Priestess’s voice from the Moonbinding ceremony: "The Moon does not weave blindly. She ties the thread to the soul." Ties the thread. Not to a body. Not to a name. To the soul. That thread was fraying now—but not because it was weak. Because something unnatural was clawing at it from the outside.

The least I could do was try. I pulled open a few books with cracked leather covers and turned past yellowed pages with trembling fingers. Most of it was nonsense—symbolic poetry, dried-up spells that sounded more like superstition than fact. But something about the shape of the letters still felt heavy. Real. My eyes caught on a passage inked in rust-red: To sever the bond between soul and shadow, one must first expose the tether that binds them. “Oh, what on earth?” I cursed in frustration. “Soul and shadow? What…”