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He then said something unexpected after that, "Oh and also, we actually......ok I know this sounds weird but, we have a soul bond." "Huh? What's that?" "Well, a soul bond is quite a complex topic you see, in simple terms, you share a part of me, I share a part of you, you can access my skills and memories if you learn how to use the soul bond." "Oh.....I see, ahaha, is that why you felt more familiar to me than the others?" "Yeah exactly, but now since you've lost your memories the bond is fragile. You must learn how to use it before it rebounds on you, I will help you though don't worry."

Mates are true love, they are the one that should be there for each other after the souls, if a soul ground you to the earth then a mate is the love of your life that would make your life totally perfect. I had my soul, I had my mate, but the problem was that my mate shared the same soul with me, I liked Milo, I could have survived having him as my mate, but not over the fact that he took my soul from me, she loves him, she adore Milo, all she wants is Milo, even when she’s around me, even when it’s just the two of us, she still wants Milo, she cries out for him, she wants him, she only wants him, never me.

"I'm not sure what you mean?" "We all have one, only one in our lifetime though. It's basically a soul mate but the official term in this world is a 'Solu Matia'. The word Solu combines the words Sun and Moon in the old tongue. The two forces are parallel to each other's existence. Soul mates," my breathing stopped for a few seconds, I inhaled and exhaled again once I became short of oxygen. I could tell what she was insinuating and I was glad that she didn't find my explanation to be crazy but her suggestion surprised me more than when I found out Alex was with Rachel. "I don't know about that," I chuckled nervously. "I just got here and I'm only only sixteen. There's no way I have a S-Solu

Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to Y ou for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab." 

So I replied to her, "Okay ma'am" She got mad at me, "Please stop calling me ma'am". So I laughed and said, "ok Ira. By the way, when you're going to find someone who will do this taking care of things for you." "You know what, I am also searching for my soul but my soul is far away from me. Actually, my soul is playing hide and seek with me." she smiled and started her way toward the lift.

The center of the explosion was incredibly close to the three-headed silver python's stomach. Soul Sky was a storm god rank technique. With the help of his world avatar, its destructive capability rose even further! His Soul Burst Ring was the second level of Soul Sky. With the world avatar to bolster it, the destructive capabilities of Soul Burst Ring were incredibly close to the perfect level of Soul SKy!

I checked the time on my watch, and it was time for the barbeque. As we prepared the meat for grilling, I looked around for her and she was nowhere to be found. I began to wonder if it was all a dream, and then behind was the rainbow girl and her friends talking to Mia. Mia introduced them to our group, her name is Emma, and she was with her brother Lucas. I could not take my eyes off her, then I noticed she tried to make a gesture.

“Yes, we would’ve already met if we had to meet. And lately, I find myself thinking about Saira’s wolf more than the soulmate we haven’t met.” Malko’s words stunned me. “But Saira isn’t our mate.” I reminded him, almost snarling when I recalled my parents’ relationship. I didn’t want their kind of bond. If soulmates were supposed to be like them, I would rather remain single forever or get a chosen mate. “Chill, Idris. If she was, we wouldn’t be trying so hard to win her heart.” Malko said despondently, pushing back my dark thoughts.

Soul Sight: a rare hereditary ability, manifesting in early childhood in those with a predisposition toward soulbound recognition, enabling the perception of— The text had been damaged after that. Water-warped. I had spent two weeks trying to find another copy and failed. But I didn't need the text to understand what I'd seen. Golden threads running from my chest to his. Longing in the space between them, vast and old and inexplicable. The knowledge arriving not as a thought but as a fact: he is mine.

Blood trickled down the corners of his lips when he opened his mouth. There was a scar on his lower back, mirroring the one I had from my surgery.