Soul Sync Body Novels & Stories

To amplify, maximize and defy boundaries Sumns or Solsus’ followers have. The Second Age of Naming, when we’re adults who train in their specialties, is all for this. The expansion and precision of our Mytha—our spiritual essence. One that gives me the ability to sense—feel by extension—everything that’s happening in Sima’s body. Linking our networks like I would in a healing weave so I don’t hurt her. For every point I hit that she likes, there’s an echo in my own system. Something I’m not sure I can handle on top of my own zinging nerves.

“I’m not powerless anymore.” I feel her take in my pain and shame into herself. Her acceptance and compassion soothing those burns with delicacy. Tear-inducing trust and bruising faith thrum through our bond. It’s as if there is no true difference between us in that moment. Mr. Holder’s previous words click in my mind. I gasp. The true meaning revealing itself in my heart. ‘One soul in two bodies.’ “Okay.” I swallow roughly. “What do we need to do?” “Hold on to each other. Whatever is most comfortable for you. The skin-to-skin contact will make this slightly easier.”

He stood before me, the gravity of the words resting on him clear, his shoulders knotted, his fists curled at his sides. "In body." My hand clenching tighter on his jaw, pushing his head back, forcing him to look at me, to accept all of his submission. "Mind." I leaned in close, my breathing whispering over his lips, my aroma, a thick mixture of incense and something uninhibited and feral, enveloping him. "And soul." The final two words hung, heavy, lost, making the exchange sacred, binding him to me, body, mind, and soul.

Because I'm tired of this little game- -I don't mean that- she shook her head- If you are my partner, but not my body- -I do not understand a single word of what you say, you smell like my partner, as you are not going to do- Alisha felt him growl beneath her. -Christian. I was not born that way, not totally. The blood that flows within me is that of the wolf, which after we bond, we merge. When I collapsed, I was inside his real body from many years ago. I was not born. Right now I can't put the dots together to explain you in more detail but ...- Cristián's finger rested on his lips.

The shaking of my soul elevated me to the point that my body gravitated itself with honor, I couldn't think nor feel anything coherently. I felt the moment he reached his end, the moment he exploded into me with such force I would have been insane to have mistaken it for anything else besides out of this world. The shaking of our bodies represented the shudder of our souls as our eyes met, "I will kill, die and become reincarnated a thousand times, as long as it meant that I was with you every time." Beau's eyes stayed on mine, searching as awe drew itself to the surface of our own unified and molded souls.

I breathed. Yance stepped closer, and for once, his eyes weren’t guarded or irritated. They were scared. “Lance gave you his life force before he died. His soul, his power… they’re bound to yours now.” There was a name for this. I remembered from the realm. Soul Resonance. A bond that existed only between the closest of souls: mates or family strong enough to defy death. Cristof hesitated. “Your heartbeat keeps switching. Sometimes it’s yours. Sometimes it’s his. You’re sharing a body with a spirit that refuses to sleep.”

I began to confess breathlessly. “They can contaminate your body but not your soul because it is protected by me. I'll evoke just my feelings to your very soul. My soul is connected to you and no one but me can indulge in it. Your soul belongs to me just like mine belongs to you.” I enunciated, leaving her stunned by my in-depth words. “As for this body, I have already said that I will obliterate this feeling, I'll suck this toxic feeling out. I'll replace this feeling with those divine feelings you used to imagine in your dreams. I will make you feel pure again.

"Every part of you belongs to me. Your body, your mind, your soul. I own all of it." "Yes," I gasped, and I meant it completely. In that moment, the distinction between surrender and choice became meaningless. I was choosing to belong to him, and that choice was more powerful than any coercion could ever be. He moved within me with increasing urgency, and I felt my entire consciousness begin to fragment. The present moment blurred with overlapping memories from past lifetimes. I saw myself in his arms across centuries, in different rooms, different eras, different bodies but always with the same burning need to merge completely with him.

Don’t even keep a little doubt, My life and death are with you. As you’re walking so, My breaths are with me. Oh my SOULMATE, oh my SYMPATHIZER, Without any conditions, I have become yours. ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪ ......... I finished my song. Aayu is still holding me. I turn to her and she sits on my thighs.

I mumbled frightened. “We won’t.” he said synpathically, reaching out for me and gently pulling me to his chest. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, before his phone light blinked... then died. I became more frightened. I reached for something. Anything, just need to ease my tensed heart. Eventually, I gripped something soft. Held it tight—like it was the only thing tethering me to earth. “Awch!”. He let out pained, before the light got retored. I almost yelled out, seeing what I've been holding on to.