Soul Touched Novels & Stories

His lips were very close to her ear so it was not hard for her ears to catch it. "Leave your body free, Faith." He guided her and she loosened herself and placed her head on his chest. "Forget about your fears, discomfort, scars and responsibilities, everything, just remember me and my touches and the effect my touches were leaving on you. Let me touch your soul." His words were leaving her in a breathing mess. His hands were not touching her at the moment, but his hot breaths were enough for her to get breathless. The tip of his fingers brushed the bare skin of her waist making her squirm under his touch, as she felt tickles over her skin. She shivered at that.

"When will we know it’s safe to touch her without destroying her?" "When she chooses us," I said, with a certainty that burned. "Only then." He watched as I took his place. As I kissed her. As I felt what he had felt. Her light was a fire, and we only knew darkness. And yet… she didn’t burn us. She revealed us. She made us vulnerable. The bond had already begun. Not in flesh. Not in blood. In the soul. And that union… was irrevocable.

With every touch, she was breaking down barriers, unlocking doors that had long been sealed shut. Carver's mind was a whirlwind of emotion. He was overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment, the way Ava's touch seemed to reach into the very core of him and heal wounds he hadn't even known were there. She continued exploring his cock with her tongue, his body with her hands, until he exploded in her mouth. This was not just a physical connection; it was a spiritual one. A communion of two souls that transcended the ordinary.

~ JESSE ~ I was coming apart at the seams—my mind, my body, my soul. Everything in me sang with pain and heat, conflicting needs, unspent emotion. And all of it twisted together and roared out of my chest. I was overwhelmed, clinging to this power by a hairsbreadth, and fucking Cazz wouldn’t listen! But even that was making it all worse. When he stepped up and touched me, my soul sang. Now he stood here, touching me, staring at me with such tenderness, and it made me sick.

Ryder looked at Sierra. She was studying Scarlett with the same focus she used when a problem had a solution and she needed to find it. She had come back from the space between life and death an hour ago, yet she had still walked six hundred yards and descended into an underground chamber before stepping into a pool that fought a thirty-year curse from her body. "I can walk the spirit realm," Sierra said. "No," Ryder said. "I am Bond-Touched. The transformation made me partially accessible to the spirit realm while living. Blake told me that directly. Bond-touched exist in both spaces to a degree when they sleep."

That year, I fell in love. I watch as the stars glow and the wind howled. It's as if I'm still here, body, mind, and soul. Even in the afterlife, he has so much of me. Does he even think of me? When he learned of my demise, did he even shed a tear? I shook my head as memories start to flood all over again. Flashes of our days together, me and Devon running down the stairs of the school's fire exit so he could kiss me deeply and whisper things like, "God you're so beautiful Hannah, I'm so crazy for you..." and I would kiss him back with the same need and passion because I felt it. He was beautiful, magnificent, he was my soulmate...but, why am I alone now? Cold and dead and he was there slumb

“That is old talk. That power is not common and those that had it were extincted.” I watched as Ulric met his eye. “Yes, it is not common but it is real. And maybe they had all gone into extinction but Calla's dream is no other than the Soul Reach.” Ulric protested and continued. “The Soul Reach allows a wolf to touch another mind. They don't use words. It works based on their feelings they have toward another. Sometimes with memories and sometimes with sight. But it does not matter how far they are. The bond finds the path.” My knees felt weak as I had no idea what my father was talking about until now. It was the first I would be hearing this. I moved closer to a chair and held the back of

If her husband's soul was lost due to battling their leader, her drive and purpose changes completely from grief. "You can use the bibles as an object of spirituality..." Phuture stared Willie Lou in the eyes. "Learn how to use them as your spiritual object and you'll be able to absorb that piece of shit's soul. He utilizes teleportation to attack... if you could counter that... and absorb his soul... he's defeated." Phuture took a deep breath and hugged Willie Lou before she could reply, completely catching her off guard with the sudden affection. Suddenly, Phuture's spiritual essence began to ache her entire body. She dealt with an excruciating chest pain where the core of her soul rested,

I felt like I was looking into a cracked mirror. I forced a smile. My cheeks ached. My chest felt like it was going to split open from the sheer weight of the joy. They didn't shake hands. They didn't stand back. They moved in close. Foreheads pressed against mine. Breath mingled. They cupped my face. They touched the back of my neck. It was quiet and physical. It felt like they were reaching past my skin and into my soul. I wasn't used to being touched like this. It was raw. It was sacred.

“You took me out for our first date and I had the same response when you kissed me.” Elliot didn’t say anything so I continued on. “It’s the same as that time. It’s just memories that have been burned into my skin,” I explained, setting the cup down and sighed heavily wanting to break this tension. “I might say that I’ve moved on from that moment in my past, but it’s different for the body when a touch recalls it and I get sucked back in. I’m also mad at myself that I hurt you that way and I was always scared that this would always happen. I don’t want you to be scared of me as well.”