Soul Swapped Novels & Stories

My words seemed to stun him as both of us started walking once again but this time side by side. "What do you mean not the same Hailey?" "Soul swapping, probably." "The same thing that happened with aunt back then?" "Yes." "So, you mean the Hailey from before was never my mate but the soul which has captured her body now is my mate?" "Most probably, yes." "But, where are we going?" "To meet mom in her palace and talk about this shit. And, you don't need to reject and sacrifice your love life for these shitty nobles' sake."

Nikolai’s coldness, the evidence of murder, the modeling shoots I was terrified of, and now pressure to have babies with a man who hated me. I grabbed my phone and started typing desperately: *body swap*, *body changing*, *soul exchange*. I deleted and retyped several times, trying to make it sound less crazy. When I searched, I got nothing useful. Just weird forums and fiction stories. This was not supposed to happen. I needed to find the person who took this body to the hospital. That person had to know something. They were the only one who might explain how I ended up in Chloe’s body. I dropped the phone on the bed and hugged my knees to my chest. Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let

Lady Mana brought the cup to her lips, gently blowing across the steaming tea before taking a sip. "A desperate cry for help can reach the ears of a protector if the person is in grave danger. A soul wandering aimlessly in search of its body can also enter a protector's dreams, whether at night or even during the day." "Mine is option two, right?" Aria asked. "But I don't understand. Why would a soul become separated from its body?" "Through soul exchange, powerful spells... or because the person's body is on the brink of death." Aria and Cain nodded in understanding.

“Later that day, a man visited their home. He explained that his wife was gravely ill, and that she didn’t have long to live. The man had prayed to the Moon Goddess to allow him one last moment with her. That very day, the boy went to the man’s house, speaking to him as if he were his wife—delivering her last words, urging him to stay strong. Soon after, the man’s wife passed away.” “Sounds like the kid was possessed,” Stephanie remarked, crossing her arms tightly over her chest as she leaned back in her chair. Leila rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “I’m not sure. But there’s something else… the book talks about a soul swap.” She glanced at me, eyes serious. “That’s the term it uses. The boy an

Everyone in our neighborhood knew me as the meek full-time housewife. I had no income and no social life. Every hour of every day went to the kitchen, my child, and my hypercritical mother-in-law, Sofia Carter. Yet when I woke up, I had somehow swapped bodies with my insufferably smug husband, Kevin Carter. My phone lit up as he sent one mocking message after another: [Olivia, you act like having a baby entitles you to lie around at home all day, watch the kid, and throw together a couple of meals.] [For your information, this swap is permanent. I can finally get some rest.] [Don't run your mouth at my office. That management job is way beyond what a brain that never even made it through col

Aren't you afraid of being laughed at for meddling in Thorne family affairs? I gazed into my stepmother's eyes and asked, "Where is my prophecy scroll? The Royal Observatory made it for me using my birth date and time." Her eyes flickered. "What's yours and mine? You're both Thorne daughters in the end. Your sister has a gentle nature. What's wrong with you as the elder sister letting her have this?" In my previous life, it was the same. Cordelia took my prophecy scroll and replaced me, then seized all the dowry my mother left behind.

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

Some struggled, some gave up and we never saw them again but as time went on, we discovered that they were switched off too - I like to say that instead of saying the word 'killed' - and then we finally realized we were never getting out of there without being the person they wanted us to be and that was exactly what I became, a killer. I had my first kill at the age of twelve, then I realized there was no hope for my soul. I turned off all my emotions and made myself a heartless being. I'd killed a married woman who had two young children, they never told us why we killed, we just followed orders. I watched the husband fall apart wondering how he was going to take of his kids after his othe

"The person who made me this way is Demir Inanoglu!" "The person who made me this way is Demir Inanoglu!" "The person who made me this way is Demir Inanoglu!" It was an accident… He knew so, but what he had just learned had changed everything. If his father had not been like this, everything would have been very different. What about that deal? That deal was even heavier! That deal was his father and that family… He had consoled himself by saying that nothing could be worse than this, but his current situation was looking for his old self!

Every month on the 15th is the day I swap lives with Melody Foster. 18 years ago, a hospital mix-up places our IVF embryos in each other's mothers. After the truth comes out, my biological parents want their real daughter, and my adoptive parents want theirs. They arrange for Melody and me to rotate between the two homes on a monthly basis, switching every 15th. From then on, I become the burden neither family wants. In whichever home Melody stays, there are endless snacks and drinks, thousands of dollars in monthly allowance, and the sunny bedroom is always reserved for her. In whichever home I stay, there's nothing but plain meals and a windowless storage room. 18 years later, I