One Sided Soul Ties Novels & Stories

A humorless laugh escapes me, sharp and edged with something dangerously close to hysteria as I drag a hand through my hair, shaking my head slightly as the realization settles into something cold and absolute. “Well,” I mutter under my breath, the words slipping out before I can stop them, “that’s just perfect.” Because this— This isn’t just a bond. This is worse. Far worse. “A soul bind,” I say quietly. Dangerous. Ancient. Rare. And nearly impossible to break once it takes hold. Especially in the early stages. Especially now. My breath steadies slowly as I force myself to think past the initial shock, past the frustration, past the very real, very justified anger building in my chest as I

she says nervously. I raise my eyebrow, “Because we had sex?” She nods, “Sex is a very intimate experience. So when soulmates take that step it tends to bring our souls closer together. But marking our soulmates completes the bond entirely. Once it’s completed we would always feel what each other feels, always be able to find one another, and can even speak telepathically. We would be one, mind, body, and soul.”

"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.

Not with him still going home to another woman. I wasn’t ready, but the choice wasn’t really mine anymore. That was the moment my life split in two. I tied myself to Thames forever. Not by marriage, not by choice, but by blood. And no matter how many times I told myself I’d walk away, I never did. And then, there was Piper. Sweet, innocent Piper. Not mine by blood, but somehow mine anyway. She trusted me. She called me mother. Every time she did, something inside me broke. How could I mother her, when my own choices were so messy, so wrong?

Trent said, “From what I can sense and what the books claim, that kind of bond can only be made mutually, the bonds that tie you to each man are different. One is divinely chosen but you both set it in motion from the day you met, however, the tie to your soul’s claim on his only stuck because his soul accepted yours, in this life, whether he realized it or not and the other like the first has etchings of coming together over many lifetimes however it has always been chosen, and his soul accepted yours again in this lifetime. This is why they are so strong, there's no running away from this, It’s not just your life you're risking, it’s theirs.” “So let me get this straight,” Andy interrupted

"Let me tell you what I know, Prince. Soul bonds form between fated pairs—people whose souls recognize each other across lifetimes. They're rare. Ancient. And they only manifest when both souls are... compatible." He stopped directly in front of Elian again. "Which means somewhere, deep in your celestial soul, you and I are matched. Two halves of something that should be whole." His smile was sharp. "How does that make you feel?" "Confused," Elian said honestly. Cassian laughed— a genuine sound that transformed his face from intimidating to almost beautiful. "At least you're honest. That's refreshing."

Oh, what a crazy life I live. "To answer your question. Yes. There has only been one recorded happening of a single fae being tied to two others. Sealing a bond to one of them cuts the other bond immediately." Wondering if that hurt either of the parties involved since the connection seems to be soul bound. Question for another time though.

But this was not a regular mate mark doing this. This was a soul bond. She knew about those too. Rarer and very permanent. They are not a mark that faded with time or distance but a tie at the deepest level of what you were, woven into your soul and not just your blood. No fifty year window. No walking away. No workarounds. The bond held until one of them died and if you tried to put too much distance between yourself and the other person your body reacted like it was being separated from something it needed to function.

Hopefully, he would not think it was lame. He placed a tender kiss on my forehead once he pulled away from my lips. Then he waited with eager anticipation of what I had planned. “Dante and Byron, you aren’t just my mates because you quickly and effortlessly became my everything. Fae lifetimes are longer than many species. I’ve seen and done many things in my life, but there had always been something missing even if I had no idea what it was or where to find it. That was until you came into my life, and I realized it was the two of you that had been missing. There is an old Fae custom called a Soul Tether. It shares my soul with you and vice versa. It irrevocably cements our bond and fortifie

I joked. “No Aiden, it isn't. It says here that with every bond, friendship, family, love, hate, desire, and the like, regardless of whether the person stays or leaves, there's always a whole or residual piece of the soul of that person left in your mind. Hence, Soul Chain”. He explained further. “That sounds stupid,” I said. We both looked at ourselves, amused by the concept of what had just read, and we laughed aloud, heartily, to our heart's content.