One Sided Soul Ties Novels & Stories

Alex lets out a sigh and I can see that he is okay. "You know," he continues, "you are the first person that I have let in. What you said about soulmates, I think you are on to something there." I look at him in surprise, not sure how he is going to respond to that little outburst. "The first time I saw you, there was this pull, like a magnet. I knew I wanted—no, needed—you in my life. It wasn't sexual because you seemed so innocent and there was no way I was going to allow myself to bring you into that part of my life. It was just that I wanted to be part of your life, in any way that you would let me. I was prepared to be any person you needed me to be, do anything you required."

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 spell I cast on your precious human wasn't a simple poison. It wasn't something you could burn away or cut out or overwhelm with raw power." She took another step, her smile widening until it looked painful and entirely unnatural. "It was a soul-tether. I bound my own life force directly to hers. I wove our essences together so tightly that the universe itself can't tell where I end and she begins. My heartbeat is her heartbeat." Yuna's voice dropped to an intimate, terrible whisper. "My breath is her breath. My life is her life. Kill me, and you kill her. It's beautiful, isn't it? The symmetry of it?"

And not only that, I could understand the words in it too. "You're a genius Linda." I said. I collected the book from Linda and read it. "Use the mermaid tears to bring your friends back to life." I read. "Where is it?" Linda asked and I got it out, handed her the book and rushed to Pablo and Freddy. To my surprise I could actually touch their souls. I pour some of the mermaid tears in my palm and rubbed it on both their heads. They stopped whaling and they slipped from the chains.

tears threaten to spill, and my throat burns from holding them back. Louise wraps her arms around me, guiding me into her chest. Unconsciously, my arms slip around her waist, seeking a sliver of comfort. No one allows me to explain what it feels like. They offer their unsolicited advice, tell me they're sorry, and that it will be okay. I just want a hug, for someone to hold me while I break. I've been breaking all alone. The one person I expected to be here with me is on the other end of a vast sea.

"It seems a bit complicated. There was a slight pause, he continued. “I'm engaged to Isabella, but I have a child with her sister who I happen to have a one night stand with, and I just found out about it.” Isabella now knows that I had a one night stand with her sister Sharon and am caught between them. I have no idea what to do. Alex let out a long moan. "Man, that's a tough place. But let me ask you this: Who would you like to be with?” Davis halted momentarily before he could respond.

My gaze dropped to the desk, but the sound of it echoed inside me, stirring something deep and unsteady. Mr. Nelson kept speaking, describing how Selene placed half of every soul in another, ensuring no wolf would ever wander life without balance. "When the bond awakens," he said, "it is unshakable. A force of instinct, love, and destiny. Some try to deny it, but the bond always wins."

I however did not understand exactly why he sounded so resigned. "My soul has always been tied to Aiden’s," I replied. "That's why we are soulmates." The witch shook his head. "Yes, while that is partly true, you're wrong. Your souls weren't tied together, they just recognised each other. You were made for each other, there is no denying that; however, there was always a chance for both of you to live without each other. But now, the moment one of you dies, the other will die at the exact same time."

“We’re all…” “Soulmates?” Miguel Midas cut in. “So I’ve heard through the grapevine. It’s true that artists who have their soulmates are a turn off to most companies but I personally don’t care. To me it just makes you more unique and different from other groups.” Liam perked up. “So… you don’t think us being soulmates is a problem?”

“Do you know what this means? Do you know what we’ve achieved? Do you?” We stared at him as he spoke. No one seemed to understand what he was rambling about. “What do you mean remarkable?” Anthony Gordon asked. “What are you implying?” “There’s only one thing Peter and I have in common,” Mr. Gordon said. “And that is the fact that we have Ashley’s blood flowing through our veins.” “What does that mean?” I asked. “I injected Peter and Trevor with your sister’s blood after doing the same to myself,” he said. “I didn’t intend for it to bind us in any way, but this injury you all witnessed is evidence that the blood is binding the three of us.”