Soulbound Book Novels & Stories

"Oh, you're mates," Markov said with certainty. "The bond is real. I can see it, feel it, practically taste it in the air between you. But it's not a traditional wolf mate bond. It's something else. Something I've only read about in the oldest texts." "What?" all three brothers demanded simultaneously. "A soul bond," Markov said. "Not species-specific. Not dependent on compatible animals or magic types. A bond of pure souls recognizing each other. Rare beyond measure. Only happens once every few centuries, if that."

I stood in the hidden section of the library, the book open in my hands, reading the same passage for what felt like the tenth time because my brain refused to accept it the first nine. The ink of the text had faded in places but it was still legible enough to make sense of what it was trying to say. I flipped through slowly at first, scanning, searching for anything else that made sense. At first, most of it spoke of bindings, ancient wolves who had tethered themselves to places, all irrelevant stuff and I was almost about to put the book down when I found it. “A shadow bound to blood and root may be restored to flesh only through severance. The severance requires replacement. A living soul

“In my world, the two are not separate.” I lowered my voice. “You think this fixes us.” He did not hesitate. “No.” The word echoed louder than if he had raised his voice. “Then what?” I asked. “It binds us,” he said. I swallowed. “That sounds like a trap.” “It is,” he said. “For everyone else.” I laughed again, but there was no humor in it. “You really believe a ring changes everything.” “I believe symbols matter,” he said. “Especially to men like Matteo.”

It was dangerous, it was unstable, and most importantly, it was forbidden. Kane knew he had to find a way to help his friend. The research he was conducting wasn’t something anyone would approve of. Soul bonds—an ancient form of magic that bound two beings together in a way that transcended death itself—were nearly impossible to restore, and in most cases, irreversible. But something in him refused to give up. Something told him this was the only way. Kane poured over the dusty tomes, his brow furrowed in concentration. He traced his finger over the ancient runes, finding the passage that might be their only hope.

To prolong his life in the meantime. “You need to cast the Soulbound spell. It is the only one that could save your already dying mutt. It ain’t any simple spell as it is a witch’s curse. A high-level one at that. It is risky and forbidden,” she started. “Upside? Both of you are bound together by fate for eternity. Whatever or wherever lifetime or universe you’re in.” That actually sounds great! I’m sure Jacob would also love that, if anything, he’ll cherish this idea. An eternity of lifetimes that we’ll spend with one another.

(Soul bonding) This was the most dangerous spell in this book. There wasn't a tab on it. That made no sense I read the description making sure I wasn't mistaken. This spell could only be used once and it would combine mine and one other Gods soul. It would make them immortal and they would never be able to be replaced. It was a true binding spell.

And then, like a spark in the dark, she remembered…the Soul binding ritual. Lyra had read about it once; it was a ritual whispered about in stories of lovers who refused to be parted, of warriors who bound themselves to their leaders, of wolves who chose death over separation. Soul binding was an ancient ritual, older than any pack, older than the wars that had torn them apart. It was dangerous, forbidden for generations, whispered about only in cautionary tales. It went far beyond a mating bond. This was a tether of life itself, a merging of two souls so complete that their fates became one. Their strength, their breath, their very essence intertwined until neither could exist without the o

Like he was just… Arthur. She was the one for him. I didn’t need to see her to know that. A smile tugged at my lips before I looked back at the book in my lap. The pages were worn soft from too many hands, and the ink faded in places. But the symbols scrawled down the margin were different. My eyes caught on a passage that hadn’t stood out before. Dark binding rituals. Used to trap spirits. Or to keep souls from returning to their bodies… My heart skipped.

But the price… ‘Is it really worth it? To fall unconscious and face excruciating pain for weeks?’ That was the price of using Soul-bound. It gave one great power by unlocking their chains and allowing one to go beyond one’s limit. But the price was equally steep. Because the soul was the essence of any man or woman, binding it forcefully was dangerous. One could still easily lose one’s mind, and one’s lifespan would steadily reduce as their health reclined due to the power that was not meant to be used. Plus the body wouldn’t be able to handle power that was beyond its limits, and would eventually breakdown. That was the price of depending on one’s soul, and the reason why Orange Monk didn’t

"Please calm down, Mr. and Mrs. Swanson. Cassidy always wanted this targeted drug developed. It was her dying wish. She'd be thrilled if she knew we succeeded!" How dare he use my name? I couldn't help but tighten my fists. Clearly, Miles had no idea that I was back, much less that I was watching him put on such a shameless, scheming act. Pah! Dying wish, my foot! He was just making use of my parents' love for me and squeezing out every last drop of value from my name. But in his eyes, I was already dead. So what he was doing was essentially using a dead person's name to extort money from my parents.