Soul Touched Novels & Stories

Muttering Mesaphinean curse words, he thought about his unusual reaction, which had started before she'd even entered the room. Her art crept under his skin—evocative and alluring. Now he knew why the fisheri were called sirens—everything they touched seemed magical. He'd wanted to steal her work and keep it for himself. The swirling colors loaded with emotion and almost vibrated with alien energy. And then he'd held her in his arms. He's always hated inter-species touch—whether it was scales, skin, or fur. Stralath had avoided contact since he was a cub on his planet. That's why this job suited him as a solitary bounty hunter.

They eyes glowed golden as they held each other in sight. Daylen gulped. Syvan softened his eyes, taking in Daylen's facial features without blinking. Something about Daylen felt like home. It was an epic feeling as though he had found the missing piece of his soul that he was searching for. It was like looking at the mirror of his better half. Seeing the pieces of their souls merge as one completing each of them. Syvan clenched his hand on Daylen's shirt. "You are human!" Syvan exclaimed stunned to feel the deep connection between them. An invincible thread drawing them together. It was a sense of belonging, one he longed for all his life.

She flipped on past—sketches of her garden in the back, reminders of what they had discussed, a battered flower torn from her sill. "I wanted you to know that just because I was quiet, that even when I stepped back, I felt everything you felt. Saw everything. Just couldn’t seem to find a way to get it back." Tears burned in her eyes. "Adrian." "I don't want to leave here without giving you thanks for showing me just how far away from where I was supposed to be I had strayed," he said. "You rebuilt my body. You rebuilt the part of my soul that felt it was beyond love."

Who knew something as simple as hand-holding could break through the pain in my heart so easily? “How about we take this one step at a time?” She offers, leading me around the back side of the building to a trail that disappears into the woods. I close my eyes, my feet falling instep with hers as I try to rein my emotions and pesky feelings in. I have only held Laney in my arms once, only claimed her body as mine once. Yet this feels more soul-touching, more intimate than the moment we shared in the hotel room. Making love to her was life-altering. But this? It is soul healing. She is putting me back together piece by piece with no regard for herself or what it might be doing to her own reso

And not only that, I could understand the words in it too. "You're a genius Linda." I said. I collected the book from Linda and read it. "Use the mermaid tears to bring your friends back to life." I read. "Where is it?" Linda asked and I got it out, handed her the book and rushed to Pablo and Freddy. To my surprise I could actually touch their souls. I pour some of the mermaid tears in my palm and rubbed it on both their heads. They stopped whaling and they slipped from the chains.

The cosmic voice spoke, "Guardians, as you traverse the harmonies of souls, remember that every note, every connection, is a thread in the cosmic tapestry. Your journey is a dance with the souls that have shaped the symphony of existence." Hand in hand, Sasha and Alec stepped into the cosmic dance of souls, where the echoes of countless lives intertwined with their own. The astral gateway opened new vistas of understanding, and with each revelation, the guardians became a part of the timeless and harmonious melody that echoed through the cosmic expanse. As Sasha and Alec delved further into the cosmic dance of souls, the symphony around them intensified. Souls whispered their stories, and Al

It felt like his hand was touching my very soul, like his fingers were brushing against something far deeper than skin and bone. I’d read countless tales of destined mates, of the soul-deep connection that only true love could forge, and the strange energy that seemed to flow between such bonds. A feeling of recognition, of belonging, washed over me. I wondered if this was what a mate’s touch felt like, what it felt to be truly known, truly seen.

Something cosmic. And even in the quiet—especially in the quiet—I can feel it. The way his soul sings against mine. The way his touch pulls me back into being. The way we are whole.

I swam, played hide and seek with my classmates and also had a good time watching the animals. But that was six years ago. The pain in Sissy Eko’s voice managed to seep into my entire being the same way every single song in Asa’s V album did, invading the depths of my very soul and even going as far as waking me up this morning with the profound impulse to live life differently today, as I celebrated my sixteenth birthday. Being quite clued up on the fact that I was the most boring person to ever walk this earth, I called upon the only person who was capable of helping me achieve my purpose for today, Lola Adenuga, my life buddy.

Note: The sentences inside the parentheses would be their thoughts. "Yes, you can cultivate here while I'll guard you." Theodore's statement made Soheila jumped from joy. "Under the acacia tree is the best place to cultivate, and the water of the lake is called 'Soul Water' with just a dip of this water, it would help you regain your spirit. It is splendid water for the cultivators who had injured their souls. However, if they used this all at the same time, they would die. The Soul Water could also heal your tired body. Go and cultivate." Theodore explained.