Soul Tie But Ours Unfolded Novels & Stories

The memory of my happiness was carved just as deeply into his heart. "I believe you, Zachary," I had told him. "I will always be by your side, and I will always love you, too, just like the stars love the moon." Zachary tightened his grip on the paper star. What had he done? There was another paper star behind the ring. Carefully, he unraveled it. I had written something on the inside, too. "Don't look for me, Zachary." He knew, at that moment, that he had lost me forever.

“Pull! Now! Or it’s gone!” Avery gritted their teeth, digging deep. They visualized the soul’s light, imagined it as something human, something alive and begging not to be lost. They yanked, tugging with every ounce of strength they could muster. The threads flared, wrapping the soul tighter, drawing it toward them. For a moment, hope. The soul’s chaotic form began to solidify, glowing steadily, as if recognizing Avery’s pull. Victory seemed close, so close they could taste it.

"Unless..." She traced something on the glass, and suddenly our reflections changed. Not our appearance, but what lay beneath. I could see our souls, intertwined in ways that made my eyes water. But there, at the center, was something else. A third thread, older, darker, binding us in ways that predated our birth. "Someone bound you before you were born," Kira whispered. "This isn't a mate bond. It's a soul-contract. Someone with incredible power wanted to ensure you two would find each other."

Something about her words rubbed him the wrong way. “What did you do?” he asked slowly. “I made a soul tie, a life bond between us. It was the only way to save your life.” Draco was shocked into silence by her words. Of course he knew what a life bond was. It was a bond stronger and more intense than the mate bond. But this one was not about attraction–it was a connection thread. If he dies, so does she, and vice versa, which means that his life was connected to Clara's forever.

The version of myself where I am just one is cracking, and slowly, our pieces are falling together. It scares me. I have no control over it. It’s going to consume me, and I won’t ever be able to walk away from it again. It’s like two puzzle pieces finally snap into place. And everything is just right. I wrap my arms behind his head and I can’t wait another nanosecond longer when I pull his lips to mine. Our souls are exposed in that kiss. My soul slips into him, and his soul pours into me. We’re a tangle of souls, intertwining so tightly the strands will never be separated again.

Our tongues tangle together mimicking the threads of the bond entwining our souls. A bond that Tracy, or Xander, or death itself can never break.

Beauty asked. " The new one you wrote. I took a peek the last time I came over." Elsa smiled. " You little runt...." Beauty laughed. " Okay." 🎶 In the tapestry of life, our threads are intertwined A family bound by love, a love that's truly one of a kind Through laughter and through tears, we stood as one Together, our love will shine, like the morning sun Our love is an unbroken bond A tie that binds us, heart and soul, beyond

When he started chanting I felt my soul stretch outwardly towards Ellis. "Is that your soul, is that mine!" Ellis gasped loudly and both my brother and I told him to be quiet and still. Ellis' soul rose to greet mine and they each molded together perfectly. I had tears in my eyes at the beauty of it. They joined together into an iridescent twirling substance that connected him and I together by a small iridescent string only he and I could see. Well others could too if they looked for it. "Well that indeed proves that you two are genuinely soulmates. I've never seen a more perfect joining. You both are now basically one. Congratulations your soul wed," my brother told us both to be careful a

Just once. Barely. But it did. Savannah felt tears sting her eyes. “You think walking away will protect me,” she whispered. “But you’re wrong. It will destroy me.” Jackson stepped closer. The space between them disappeared. “You’ll be free,” he murmured. “I won’t,” she whispered. “I’ll still be tied to you. I’ll still be connected. And everyone will still think the worst.” Her voice trembled. “And I’ll lose you.”

And that hand belonged to the man who owned me. Body. Soul. And every dark, bloody piece in between. We flew on. Into the dawn. Into the end.