Soul Contracts Book Novels & Stories

"If I have any needs, I'll contact you. Okay?" Iridel smiled. He beamed at Liam, which just made him angrier. "Very well." He disappeared in a puff of white smoke. Liam turned to me. "Contracts?" I sat on the chaise. "It's complicated. Apparently, when you die, someone owns your soul. You have to work for them." "And you owned someone?" I nodded. "And you sold them?" "I didn't want to. He made me do it." Liam sat heavily. "The more I get to know you, the more interesting you become."

She opens it and her eyes widen in shock as she reads the front. "Contract of Conceptual Agreement of Matrimony." She covers her mouth and looks toward the door, hoping no one is by the door to catch her. She begins to read and realizes the importance of the document. This is too good to let pass. She takes her phone out and begins to snap pictures of the document and sends it to herself in an email and to a different address.

On the front, in bold black letters, it read: THE SEDUCTION CONTRACT. "I’m giving you a very simple choice," Grant said, holding the papers over her head. "You choose your mother... or you choose the contract. Which is it?" "Neither," Freya replied, her heart hammering. "At least Darlington offered me a deal that wasn't just for his own personal gain. I hate to admit it, but even if Darlington is a killer—even if I hate him—he is a thousand times better than you."

“Signing a contract to sell your soul.” Sell her soul?

“Don’t forget that we signed a soul contract for this. You’ll pay a heavy price if you break the agreement between us.” Lazlo sneered. In fact, he had contacted a powerful person when he made the oath. The nickname of the other party was Soul King. Everyone would tremble at the sound of that name. Nowadays, many people liked to use a soul contract to restrain the other party. Indeed, this method was very effective in restraining both parties. For this reason, a new field emerged—breaking soul contracts! This new profession gradually gained popularity, and one of the most powerful practitioners was Soul King. As long as the right price was paid, there was almost nothing he could not crack.

My fingers trace along a few promising books like ritual studies, old magic, psychic links—I’m impressed by the things they keep here, but none of them contain the detail I need. I need to find more. I desperately scour through the whole place, careful not to break the dust that blankets the shelves, so no one will notice that someone sneaked in here. Then, my eyes drift to a manuscript tucked behind a set of other old books. The title along the spine reads: Soul Tethers and Mate Imprints. My pulse skips as I pull it out and flip through the pages. This must be it! I’ve never snatched a book this fast in my life. I find a secluded corner of the study and lower myself to the floor, book in ha

"Unless..." She traced something on the glass, and suddenly our reflections changed. Not our appearance, but what lay beneath. I could see our souls, intertwined in ways that made my eyes water. But there, at the center, was something else. A third thread, older, darker, binding us in ways that predated our birth. "Someone bound you before you were born," Kira whispered. "This isn't a mate bond. It's a soul-contract. Someone with incredible power wanted to ensure you two would find each other."

I didn't try to pull Mina out, I began to read the letters swirling around her. "The Contract says the Guarantor must stay in the Vault forever," I said, my eyes darting across the flickering symbols. "But it doesn't specify that the Guarantor has to be a person." The Owner’s voice hissed from the silver ink. "A soul, Elara. Only a soul can back the light." "A soul is just a collection of memories, choices, and essence," I countered. "And I know where there’s a soul that is far more 'Pristine' than my daughter’s."

The answers they sought were here, and Asha wasn’t leaving without them. At the far end of the room, a massive stone pedestal held a collection of scrolls, books, and documents. As Asha stepped forward, her eyes scanned the papers scattered across the pedestal, her fingers brushing against them. She could feel the weight of history in the air—these were the records that detailed the true nature of the Blood Pact. Her fingers froze on one particular document, the title written in old script that she could barely decipher. But the words that caught her eye sent a chill down her spine: “Soulbone Imprint—The Key to Ancestral Awakening.”

“She is not listed as being contracted to any demons. I didn’t see any demons in her memories when I looked through them before giving them to you. Demons cannot take a human’s soul without a contract being involved.” Clara turned over that information in her head. It was true that none of Clarissa’s memories featured demons in any way. “That’s odd,” she agreed. “Have you asked any other demons about it?” “I did go back and ask an older demon about how a demon could collect a soul without being contracted with the holder of the soul,” Caiden said. “There is a way.” “What is it?” “A demon can collect souls if they have been wagered as part of a contract. To be more precise, Clarissa’s soul co