Soul Twist Novels & Stories

Just darkness all over you. Escape could never put an end to a battle, it will only hunt you again and again. So, I chose to finally face it. The battle that was plotted for me. Standing now, looking at everyone around me. With witches and werewolves, among us, I am the only half-blooded. Being different is a blessing and a curse, and they were part of my Twisted Fate.

I shot a quick text to Gaia, who had been extremely busy planning the Halloween dance as well as beginning the winter formal plans. Hey Gi, did you still want to get dairy shack after the dance? After firing the text I turned my attention to Edward, who was carefully selecting music on his phone that was connected to the aux. The music that began to slide out of the speakers was a song I had stuck in my head the entire day, which happened to be Migraine by twenty one pilots. "Wait do you actually listen to them, or is it because of me?" I turned my whole body in the seat to look at him.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

I looked up and froze for a moment—the waiter seemed familiar. "This dinner isn't just about finalizing the deal, Audrey. It's also to make up for what happened before," Faye said. She fumbled with the wine as she poured me a glass and set it aside to breathe, her eyes wary. "You've had too much to drink tonight, Audrey. I'll take this one for you," said Mindy Lynskey, one of my old teammates. She suddenly stood up and reached for the glass in Faye's hand, but Faye smoothly dodged her.

She didn't wake him; instead, she quietly backed out and closed the door, sharing a knowing look with the butler. ~​Dawson Mansion ​Mr. Dubois, Woo Jin, and Dawson sat around a mahogany table, celebrating with premium scotch. ​"That was a masterpiece, Dawson," Dubois said, raising his glass. ​Dawson smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "It wasn't me. It was Woo Jin. The boy has a brilliant mind for destruction." ​"I haven't met you before, Woo Jin, but I like your style," Dubois laughed. "When does the case go to trial?"

A huge red demon with the body of a muscular and furry beast and the head and neck of a python emerged from the ground. The soul looked surprised but then continued sitting and showing an 'I don't care' attitude. Of course, it would behave like that because it was a soul and felt that it wouldn't be touched by anything. But I knew that this demon can definitely cause harm to it because the mirror summons demons according to my situation. The demon reached out and tried to grab the soul in vain. The soul laughed at the demon's attempt and laughed at me as well. To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul.

Not to him. Still, neither of us moved. And then the door opened. Sofia stood there. Her robe tied tightly around her waist. Arms crossed. Her mouth curled into something between triumph and disgust. “I knew it,” she said, her voice cold. I froze. Alf’s eyes went wide. The room was silent. But everything else… everything else had already cracked.

“That’s exactly how it should feel.” Zariah’s fingers traced along Imani’s hand, their fingers intertwining, teasing, pulling her closer. Malik’s thumb circled along her lower back, steady, confident, deliberate. The combination—the playful heat of Zariah, the grounding strength of Malik—made Imani feel like she was melting from the inside out.

I ordered. Silica removed her hand, and Daniel rotated his shoulder a few times before relaxing. “I was turned a few hours ago, so I haven’t bonded with anyone. I was told that it didn’t matter because I would likely die tonight. A few others were recently turned, who aren’t bonded to the person who turned them.” “Who turned you?” I asked. “His name is Bentley Ramirez. I also know he works for one of the royal families, but I can’t tell you which one. I understand that Bentley has been capturing humans from bars for months. Few humans frequent bars now out of fear of being captured.”

I asked, crouching down like her. She nodded once before a crystal-like fluid glimmered at the edge of her eyes. "I'm scared. No one loves me." My instinct told me to hug her, so I extended my arms, wrapping her in my embrace, and whispered, "I'm awso sad, but it's awight. We can be fwiends if you wike. I'm Iwy, you'we Gwace, wight?" She corrected as she chuckled. "It's Grace, Ily."