Soul Swapped Novels & Stories

Catherine slumped forward, her heart lurching in fear as the ground got closer, but she was too far gone to feel the impact. ~~~~~ “You said she claims to have a human soul? I’ve never heard of such a thing, but if her soul was swapped using Forbidden Majyks, it’s possible her soul is not fully aligned with the body yet.” The doctor stated, his black eyes falling to the notebook in front of him. “Usually, use of Forbidden Majyks takes the life of the caster. This could be a side effect of that, too. It’s such a strange situation, but I promise your secret is safe with me.”

Her dark aura did not change when she turned to Giselle and cocked her head to the side. "They are dead now, Giselle. They wouldn't have the powers to control Lilian or her child again..." She said, "And, I know how you can save the child... My life is already worthless as it is, but if it would sustain that baby's life, then swap it with mine." Even Ayana froze in shock. How had she come up with that? That was an ancient ritual in the coven, and one could swap a living soul for a dead one. Would Giselle be willing to do that?

Taylor leaned closer to Dante, whispering something I couldn’t hear. But Dante’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?” “I don’t know,” Taylor replied, sounding defeated. His shoulders sagged. “She said she copied her. Then the swapped things. Can a person swap souls?” The knife slipped from my fingers and clattered against the floor. The sound echoed too loudly in my ears. My eyes widened, my heart skipping so hard it felt painful. Soul swapping. The words rang inside my head, over and over. Did she tell Taylor about it? Did she really say it out loud?

Another tried to wrap tentacles around his waist Damian severed them with a vicious knife strike. They reached her at the same moment. The Matriarch raised her hands. Blue energy exploded outward. The world inverted. --- They woke inside the soul swap. It wasn’t a physical place. It was a vast, mirrored void endless reflections of every version of themselves they had ever been or could have been. Alex floated in the center, naked except for the collar and chain. Opposite him floated Damian same collar, same chain, same rings on their fingers. Between them hovered the Matriarch’s soul—ancient, glowing, pulsing with centuries of stolen life.

The foolish woman still believed she would be the ultimate winner, even as she stood at death's door. The old woman didn't pay any more attention to Mina. She picked up the dagger and began pacing around the circle while chanting an obscure incantation. As she chanted, the red glow from the circle intensified, and the black cat let out an agonizing yelp while it convulsed, as if suffering unbearable pain. "What's going on? What's wrong with Riches?" Mina asked, wanting to pick up the cat. "Don't touch it!" the old woman snapped. "This is a normal reaction to the soul swap. Soon, Ms. Talia Hayes' soul will fully inhabit this body, and the cat's spirit will be annihilated."

Jennifer added, remembering the strange connection she felt to Isabella during the swap. "Precisely," Veronica confirmed. "And there's more. Grandmother wrote about a ritual, a way to intentionally trigger the soul swap." Jennifer's eyes grew larger. "Deliberately?" she inquired, her voice brimming with optimism. "Is it possible to reverse it?"

“Okay, because of what you’ve said, I would not even spare a glance at that location. But wait, if that place is; for the people who; had already died. Why are you stopping me from going in there? My body’s already dead, so technically, I should already be crossing over.” “It’s good that you’ve finally understood,” Aimie said while looking at the vast scene in front of them. “I know you’re curious why I’m stopping you when in reality- you’re already dead since your body is already buried deep on the ground. But the thing is that time- when we had an accident at the same time, our souls had accidentally swapped during those life-threatening seconds. Although, it’s your body- that had died dur

The male lead I picked out, James Linden, doesn't love me anymore. He's broken away from the and has fallen in love with the secondary female lead, Yvette West. On the day of our wedding, he insists on making things official with her. "You've gone mad, James! We arranged your marriage to Mia with the Churchill family ages ago!" James' father, Jack Linden, yells angrily at him. He attempts to stop James, but the latter has already gotten carried away and is poised to escape alongside Yvette. I sigh as I listen to the system clamoring in my ears, informing me that the romance between the male and female leads has been ruined. "Then, let's just choose another male lead," I say tiredly, l

She was my only family. Taking a deep breath, I braced myself. "Promise me you won't scream when I tell you what's going on," I said, my voice barely a whisper. Liv's eyes widened, a mixture of confusion and concern flickering across her face. "What's going on?" I closed my eyes, waiting for a moment before finally speaking, releasing the words if wanted to say to someone since this whole swap started days ago, "I swapped places with Ashton," I confessed. The silence that followed my confession was so thick, a knife wouldn't be able to cut through it. Liv's face slowly turned pale, her eyes wide with shock. She blinked rapidly as if trying to process the information.

The fire was spreading rapidly, and I could see Blake from afar, he didn't wolf out with the rest of them. The men opened their briefcases simultaneously and took out glowing substances. Blake howled from where he was standing, and all the wolves ran toward the men. As they approached the glowing substances, they all fell and growled in pain as their bones began to rearrange and they shifted into their human selves. I glanced at the naked bodies on the floor, but Abby wasn't there. Then I saw Blake turn and ran away. The trees were illuminated by the headlights of a truck that raced through the forest toward us.