Soul Contracts Book Novels & Stories

I raised my hand to hit him slightly but noticed the diamond ring on my finger, I brought it down and stared at it confused. “When...” “I have my ways and besides, who engages someone with a ring?” I have no words; it was beautiful and made me feel like a real bride but that all shattered when I saw the contract that I actually requested reminding that this was a just pretend stunt until he finally gets off his father clutches. “Go through it and see if there’s any problem,” he said calmly going back to his seat. I scanned through the contract and noticed something insane, “what do you mean this is indefinite?”

It pulsed in rhythm with the lines on our skin. "I need to study these," I said. "Study them how?" I had some old books in my pack. Ancient texts about bonds and magic. Maybe they'd have answers. I found the books. Spread them out by the fire. The men watched as I flipped through pages. Looking for anything similar. "Here," I said finally. A chapter on soul bonds. With illustrations that looked almost like our marks. "What does it say?" Kael asked. I read out loud. "Soul bonds create physical manifestations when power levels exceed normal parameters."

“This only confirms that my bet is correct. I won’t change it. Shall we sign a soul contract?” Perthacus stood up with his heart pounding. “Are you sure?” James did not waste words. With a single wave of his hand, a soul contract forged with Zen floated in the air. It emitted a purple-golden light and displayed their bet and conditions. It was infused into James’ Zen. A soul contract was the highest form of trust between cultivators. Once it took effect, any violation would be punished by a mysterious force sealing the soul. It was a price beyond what living beings could endure.

Not quite a shadow. The Pale One smiled — faint, knowing. “You shouldn’t be here,” it said, voice carrying the echo of a thousand deaths. “I could say the same,” Soreth replied, though his throat was dry. “You shouldn’t exist.” The Pale One tilted its head. “And yet, here we both are. Two ghosts searching for the same truth.” “What truth?” “The one your masters buried.” The Pale One’s form flickered — now nearer, close enough for Soreth to see the faint shimmer of symbols written across its skin. “The Soulbound were the price of your immortality. You just forgot who paid it.”

The word echoed in my ears. Ritual. The curse. The spell. The missing page. Everything collided at once. “They weren’t just binding contracts in a legal sense,” Nico said. “They were binding something else.” My throat tightened. “My soul?” I whispered. His silence answered me. I stepped back slightly, the paper trembling in my hands. “No…” My mind spiraled. Shay. Ethan. Damien. Kai. Lucian. Julian. Every face. Every moment. Every promise.

He gently wiped his eyes as he cleared his throat. "If I don't only have chosen to find someone for the contract, I would have already freed you, but in these circumstances, you are already linked to me, the moment I let you have my blood to save you that night, is like signing the contract." My eyebrows arched as I tried to scrutinize his words. Contract what? His blood to save me? What is he talking about? "Take this as my advance apology. " He handed me a book. As I focused my eyes on it, I can't help but widened it. I snatched it from his hands then hugged it tightly.

She smiled devilishly to herself when she imagined pushing Angel into the pool. "I think I have an idea." "I know you always do. Now out with it." Angel paid full attention to the words about to leave Grace's mouth. "Since you only have a short time left, and you can't possibly meet anyone now, added with your busy schedule..." "Yes...and?..." Angel asked suspiciously. Grace had her in suspense. "And... I think you should just base the whole thing as a contract." "I'm not following." "Contract a lover. You can pay the person to pretend to be your lover and do a fake wedding." Grace said with excitement of her idea.

“For the next four months, you belong to me. That means you do what I say.” “That’s not what the contract says,” Laura argued, though she wasn’t sure. “The contract says you agree to follow my rules, live in my house, and do what I tell you,” Scott reminded her. “I’m telling you to stop seeing Lily.” “You can’t control who I see,” Laura said, getting angry too. “Actually, I can,” Scott said. “Read the contract, Laura. You signed away your freedom for six months.”

It turns out that there was a problem that related the recent fall in shares related to souls in the underworld, among several attempts to break contracts, helped by Constantin who in turn helped, besides him, other magicians, who sold their souls, due to the supposed story of regret, besides that, think with me, if you sell your soul. So, then, when you go to pay the price, you regret it later. There comes a time when souls lose their value. There is no price to be bargained for, but you are also not accepted into heaven. Since you don't have the specifications to follow the plan, in short, one day, you are of no use to anyone, heaven will not accept you, hell is hunting you, but cannot tak

Like he was just… Arthur. She was the one for him. I didn’t need to see her to know that. A smile tugged at my lips before I looked back at the book in my lap. The pages were worn soft from too many hands, and the ink faded in places. But the symbols scrawled down the margin were different. My eyes caught on a passage that hadn’t stood out before. Dark binding rituals. Used to trap spirits. Or to keep souls from returning to their bodies… My heart skipped.