Maka X Soul Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"When will we know it’s safe to touch her without destroying her?" "When she chooses us," I said, with a certainty that burned. "Only then." He watched as I took his place. As I kissed her. As I felt what he had felt. Her light was a fire, and we only knew darkness. And yet… she didn’t burn us. She revealed us. She made us vulnerable. The bond had already begun. Not in flesh. Not in blood. In the soul. And that union… was irrevocable.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

Gemma POV I can’t stop shaking as my mind begins to slowly intermingle the feelings I have for William and Westley carefully together making me feel that the person in front of me was Westley, but also my Alpha and fated mate. His eyes are peering into the depths of my soul that only he can reach, while they hold a lustful need within them that I can’t understand while my mind is circling frantically. He licks his lips slowly as I feel the anticipation within me building only stirring my arousal as I slowly forget why I’ve been holding back with him. He is everything I have ever wanted and needed.

At first I thought it would be my greatest decision to create something visible and expressible but I wasn't wrong though. I mean, I created a human with nothing but a physical body and a driver called soul. And they gave me good entertainment, with the decisions and arguments of their brain and heart. Their meaningless lust is what I love the most. And it is one of those qualities in them which is just irreplaceable and undying either. Ma'la, who has an ambition now and is determined to get his greatest destiny because he believes he is chosen, he is the greatest, and everything is for him to conquer.

At that moment, I felt hollow, as though a piece of my soul had been torn away. And yet, even in the shadows, I found a glimmer of hope. His name lingered in my mind, Silas. He was not just a formidable Alpha but the key to my restoration. I had to make him accept me as his mate, binding our souls together in an unbreakable bond. Only then could my powers return, freeing me from this mortal constraint.

I heard Azrael say from right next to me, right before she replied, “Yes, yes, you were just following the half-breed. I know,” She knowingly smiled, flipping on the table what seemed like a tarot card, only it had some weird symbols instead of the usual descriptive drawings. “Her soul is bound to yours... Interesting...” She muttered mostly to herself, not sparing a single glance at the card lying on the table, still keeping her gaze fixated towards the window. Okay, this is getting seriously weird right now. She then flipped yet another card, just like the last time, not even bothering to look down at it and with a deadly serious tone, she said,

VICTORIA The scent of roses enveloped my senses, making me fidget on my bed. Mornings weren’t my strong suit, but the aroma brought a strange sense of comfort... except I hadn’t placed any flowers in my room or used any artificial scents. I don’t remember my room ever smelling like hints of human blood, either. With a sudden jolt, I shot up from the bed, and my mind conveniently reminded me that I had almost died… and that I felt the mate bond with a vampire.

Kael was beside her again, though his form was less stable — fragments of light and smoke drifting off him in slow spirals. She reached out, touching his shoulder. “Are you still with me?” His eyes opened — molten silver dimmed by exhaustion. “Barely.” “I saw… something,” she whispered. “When the light broke. I think I saw the first soul that ever died.” He didn’t respond immediately. Then, softly, “And?” “It wasn’t afraid.” Her voice trembled. “It wasn’t angry. It just… wanted to go home.” Kael’s throat worked as if he wanted to say something, but couldn’t. The tether flickered between them again, dimmer now, but still pulsing.

"I knew you'd be fine!" I fixed a cold, steely gaze on him. "Are you disappointed that I'm not dead yet?" Miles let out a mocking chuckle, and the fake smile on his face twisted into something darker. "What exactly are you up to, Cassidy? Back then, we just thought that you—" "Yeah! You just thought that I was dead! Dare you tell everyone how I went through the surgery and nearly died?" I raised the microphone to my mouth and began recounting my encounters, from how I had my research findings stolen and the reason for my amnesia to how I had been forced to become a test subject for the artificial kidneys after they found me.