Soulbound Book Novels & Stories

Jordyn's eyes were filled with remorse. “Another question: yesterday I shook this guy's hand, and instantly a red design appeared on his neck. What does that mean?” Glancing down at my teacup. She gave me these big googly eyes and said, “It's called a love flame. It is similar to the mate bond. He's soul-bound to you. He can see, hear, and feel what you are doing. If you allowed him to. Did he notice you were his mate?” She smiled at me.

Ena closed the book, exiting a deep sigh, "this book was never written. It wrote itself. What you heard was its ink, the souls it uses to carve each word. It captures every fear. Every last word. The tears that fell from its victims and with that it creates. We call this Soul Magic. The darkest in the world. Not one created, or that was at the beginning of time. No. This is one we created ourselves, one we fuel with our every breath. Do you want to destroy the book? You first must destroy the whole world, for as long as evil desires exist in the flesh, it too shall live on.” "W-what’s this got to d-do with the spell?" Mariah asked with a slight stutter to her tone. The spell is the heart of

Asteria POV. “My song? How is this possible?” I ask as I crash backwards into a hard chest as I’m lifted and placed on his lap. His hands soothe me as I wait for her to speak. “We believe the recordings of your songs have been stolen. We had a breach and all the encrypted files about you were lost. We thought at first they were deleted, but no. They have been stolen.” She says as she sits down across from me and I look at her before looking around the table and see the angry faces of the head members of the Supernatural Council.

And engulfed his boys into his chest. For sure, only they both could fit perfectly in his chest. /* THIS IS TO FILL IN THE GAPS BETWEEN THEIR PAST AND PRESENT. I HOPE I DID GOOD. SATISFYING ATLEAST. Tabby. */

“You look worse than I do.” “I feel worse,” I muttered. “I need something. A text, a codex, anything older than the Circle of Nine’s archives.” He raised an eyebrow. “Malakar?” I nodded. “Come in.” The room was cramped, filled with makeshift shelves lined with every book he’d brought from the Eastern Keep. The Elders' sleeping mats were rolled to the corners to make space for study. A single lantern lit the room with an amber glow. “I brought a few volumes that may help,” he said, gesturing to a stack by the hearth. “One of them includes references to Umbra-binding and soul-shadow entanglement. Rare, but I remember it mentioning corrupted twins of the spirit.”

Every possible outcome plays out in my head, each one worse than the last. I stare at him, his calculating gaze pinning me in place, the weight of my decisions pressing down on me like a vice. If I had found the money elsewhere, could I have avoided this? Might I still be here, trapped in his suffocating web? No. I wouldn’t be. But now, there’s no escaping. Every door is locked, every path leads back to him. And he knows it. The satisfaction in his eyes says it all.

Tucked between two pages with salt-burned corners: THE RITE OF SHEARGLASS When one soul begins to splinter beneath mirrored influence, the twin may be drawn forward. To suppress the Crown, the following must occur: Burn the bond. Bind the name. Bleed the memory. There was a diagram: two silhouettes facing each other across a broken mirror. One branded. One blank. Jade’s mouth went dry. Burn the bond? Their soulbond? She slammed the book shut and paced a jagged line between the window and the ancient desk, heart racing. Her thoughts tumbled over themselves—fragments of warnings, lessons from Dominic, half-remembered spells, and Autumn’s laughing voice from years ago.

Merilyn nodded, eyes filled with a haunted sadness. "And do you know the most tragic part?" Her voice was raw now. "Our souls are...everything. The very essence of our being. They ground us, keep our beasts in check, maintain our sanity, and so much more. A bond is an intertwining of souls. without a soul, one has no hope of ever finding a bondmate. No hope of ever knowing that connection. One would never recognize their Soulbond even if she miraculously appeared, and worst of all…” Merilyn stopped, fresh tears trailing down her chin. “Without a soul, one will go feral eventually. There is no stopping it. It is only a matter of time."

“Wh…at are you doing?” "Taking your soul, since you think I was going to kill you now, shh!!" A cry escaped my lips, a crazy vibration rendering me paralyzed. Something warm and pulsing, softly entered my core, and I felt my muscles clench around it. “How do you feel?" His voice dangerously fanned my ear. "Don't ignore me, Ophelia.”

Elara, her eyes blazing with newfound power, vowed to use it to protect our family. ****** Few days later, one of the first things I did was formally declare Elara my mate. The ceremony was grand, filled with rituals and celebrations. Elara, radiant in a gown woven with moonlight thread, looked breathtaking. As I slipped the mate bond around her neck, a surge of power and love coursed through me, binding us together not just by love, but by destiny.