Cosmic Souls Novels & Stories

I thought, "Dear God, if you're still willing to listen even if I have no white ribbon to make my wish, but on the account that I'd prayed to you and lit up the candle so sincerely many times in the past, please grant this final wish of mine. "I wish that I, Winter Brooke, will no longer have anything to do with him, Finnegan Churchill, for the rest of our lives, or even the next life if there is one."

Even hatchlings weren’t spared. “We gave them a proper farewell,” Cosima had excused the actions of her brethren when I showed horror at the small bodies next to the much larger ones. “Our people’s souls were used as fuel to feed their cities. We were kind enough to release theirs into eternity to be reborn someday as the cosmic mother decides.”

He had a crown made of the stars and he faced the opposite direction, staring at another sun as it turned out to be, a rising sun that its half was scattered around the deep blue morning clouds. It was quite sudden as he spoke boldly with a voice like angered wild animals and the roars of a storm thunder. His voice was still and clear only when concentrated on and when not, it sounded like previously described. Just as he spoke, my heart clenched. "Now, you are indebted with the mission to find the seven souls and restore your gift, the celestial spark, this your beginning to rewrite your destiny." These were the words that were uttered of the lips of this very undefined being.

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

I don't know how I am looking but with the horrid expressions on Alex and Joanna’s I may be looking like a fool and shit. “ E…E…Ezra, H..He…Is W…with…M..Mitchell.” I don't know how I uttered these words as my eyes are closing on their Accord and all I can see is blackness and their voices are absurd. I welcomed the darkness which was calling me and I happily welcomed it and kept falling and falling till I felt peace. “ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.”

Maverick’s jaw tightens beside me. “The Moon Goddess only grants the bond under specific conditions,” the Elder says. “Two wolves must lose their fated mates through tragedy. Their souls must remain broken long enough for the bond to awaken.” Jax becomes restless instantly. “Broken souls,” he mutters darkly. “But the bond comes with a price,” Elder Miriam whispers. “Every time it has appeared throughout history… disaster followed.” My heartbeat speeds up painfully. “What kind of disaster?” Maverick asks quietly. The Elder’s expression darkens.

Pools of ancient water mirrored the half-lit sky, rippling with the breath of something watching. Blotted out—not like the eye of a god, but like the soul of a star turning away. A celestial truth folding inward. As if the universe itself dared not watch what came next. And in that vast, holy shadow, Sniffia arched. Not in pain. In release.

The way distance weakened the bond and feeding the weakness fed Odon Kuraim and Odon Kuraim's growth made bonded pairs more vulnerable and more visible and more susceptible to the institutional machinery that hunted them. The way the dead zones formed. The way chosen proximity created something Watchers couldn't track and Severers couldn't reach and Odon couldn't feed on. The way Nori had named the dark in real time and had the naming work. The way the reaffirmation event in the ritual space had made the dark recoil. Gibor listened the way he listened to tactical briefings — completely, without interruption, with the specific quality of attention that meant he was building a model in real ti

The world around me is bursting at the seams as I run faster than physically possible, and then I’m hit with an energy that feels like I have ten suns within me powering my body forward. When I spot her our eyes interlock with one another, and the world fades away leaving her and I surrounded by darkness. She’s radiating a warm light that’s almost healing, and her eyes are glowing silver with a storm swirling within them. The intensity of our mate bond has amplified so much that I can feel my universe shifting to solo revolve around this fiery woman.

This novel is a work of fiction. Names, story, places and events are products of the author's creativity or are used fictionally. Any similitude to actual events or locales or individuals, living or dead, is totally coincidental. First of all I must appreciate this app for providing me the platform, there I can pen down and I can write my imaginations. I wanted to say, what is in your destiny you will find it anyway. Sometimes things seem against us and against our desires and everything seems out of orbit, but afterwards we realize why was it like that. Everything happens for a reason. We just need to understand and have patience.