Soul Swapped Novels & Stories

I asked “What?” “You said you found out why he changed, what was it?” “A soul swap spell” she spat “Soul swap?” the word sounded foreign in my mouth, “Unfortunately, it's just as the name sounds. Somehow the witch was able to infiltrate a dirty soul into his body and stupidly I didn't realize it on time.” She mocked herself “It's not your fault” I consoled, the information I had just gotten overlapping in my brain. I felt slightly overwhelmed from the influx, wait could it be the thing going on with Braz, if she did it to my father then she definitely could do it to someone else.

I immediately stopped smoking when he mentioned how he chose me to switch souls with him. Israel pointed the end of his cigarette at me. " The night I was shot in Las Vegas, you were murdered that very same time in the future. Our souls swapped and here you are in my body while I remain in your mind." I wasn't saying anything. I couldn't. Israel went on. " You and I my boy, are sharing this body. You're in total control of my body; I'm in total control of your mind. I'm dead but my spirit roams around you," Israel paused as he came over to me and leaned over, his eyes dark and grave. " YOU ARE A CAT WITH NINE LIVES!"

The Triplet Alphas (Robert's POV). The room was … Dark would be an exaggeration, let's say dim. With a lot voodoo dolls hanging up like children playing in a swing. A lot of old papers with weird writings scattered all over the old mahogany table. Freda was mixing something up in a bowl and…yes, the room smelled like basil and one kind of mint that itched my nostrils. “Soul swapping magic can be tricky, the two spirits has to be willing, or…one of them might go missing in a body you'll hardly find,” She said as she continue stirring the black brew in the bowl with a wooden spoon.

“What are you talking about? I know that I can’t leave this hellhole alive, but I have a plan and only your collaboration can make it work. Don’t forget, you have to make Kyle feel the pain and emptiness you’re feeling now.” “What is it?” Logan snapped. Reluctantly, Imelda brought out of the pocket of her jeans, a small black bottle. “I got this from a seer long time ago, who would have thought I would need it someday. Anyway, you have to find a lady who is of same age and body type as me before dawn tomorrow. I would swap bodies with her through the help of his body swap potion.” “Body swap potion?” Logan’s eyes grew in absolute shock and disbelief. “Isn’t that one of the forbidden magics?”

My husband, sister-in-law, and even that cat all wanted to steal my body. My daughter and I had become sacrificial victims in their body-swapping ritual.

A new place, a new chapter. A few years later, Sophie was also arrested—charged with defrauding Jayden's family. Her case opened a floodgate of investigations, uncovering countless other scams. The amount of money involved was staggering. She was sentenced to life in prison. I felt nothing about it. Maybe this was what people meant when they talked about karma. Years passed. One evening, pregnant and calm, I walked along the river with Nick. The scenery was gentle, and we breathed it in quietly. I had slowly stepped back from my family's business and was ready to devote myself entirely to our new life, to the child soon to arrive. Nick seemed content with that. He held my hand as we walked,

"Mom… Mom, I was wrong. I don't want to stay at the orphanage. I still want to have your honey-glazed pork chops..." I couldn't help but snicker. I looked down at their pitiful faces and said, "Go ahead, ask around to see if it's me, Willow Wolpert, who's unwanted, or Melvin, whose future is ruined. Finn, so now I'm 'Mom' again, huh?

“I… can assure you… this is no drug… and I am… Mike Rayburn… a soul with a vengeance.” “NO! You’re dead!” Victor yelled in complete and utter disbelief, after all as a man of science and facts, such an event would be absolutely ridiculous, unless… it was nothing more than a dreadful hallucination. Unfortunately, he had no such luck. “Yes… I am dead… and now… your fate is sealed… the vials were all switched… everyone except you will live to see… tomorrow.”

Nakamura I said as I walked over to the kitchen were there were. Chloe grabbed my arms winking as she pulled me. I followed her upstairs to her room. She pulled out her laptop, I did my research," she said. The screen was filled with tabs: Occult Forums, Astral Displacement, Ancient Soul-Swapping Myths. "Look at this," she pointed to a thread. "It says that soul-swapping usually happens during a moment of high emotional trauma or extreme desire. It’s called 'Vessel Displacement.' But there’s always a catalyst. A ritual, a mirror, or an object.”

When Sarah and Leo barged into my office, I was counseling a werewolf with mania. I frowned, signaling my assistant to take the patient to the lounge. "Ella, you forged the diagnosis report!" Sarah slammed a document on my desk. It was the real report with her name on it. "You're just mad I wouldn't donate blood for you, so you're using this dirty trick to get revenge, right?" Her colleagues gasped. Leo looked at me with disappointment. "Ella, I didn't think you'd turn out like this. Do you know how hard Sarah worked for this exchange program? You're ruining her future!"