Soulbound Book Novels & Stories

Sarah who had stood from her seat stepped forward so she was standing chest to chest with Asher now. "Listen to me carefully." She purred placing a hand on his shoulder. "You're precious woman is in much deeper than you could even begin to imagine." Impossible. Everything coming out of this woman's mouth was just her own delusion, it had to be. The thought kept Asher grounded as he tried to process everything. "You're just trying to screw with my head." He insisted trying to keep his voice confident, but try as he might the doubt he was feeling bled through.

Let’s talk and come alone. My heart dropped in dread and goosebumps filled my skin. I sat up slowly, brushing my hair back and staring at the message like it was cursed. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, feeling uneasy and it growled low in my head. “What the hell is this?” Soul Bound? My fingers trembled, and the phone almost slipped from my hand. I didn’t know who the sender was but they knew. It means someone knew about the bond Damien and I share and if they were right... then I wasn’t just Damien’s weakness, I was his destruction.

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.

His head throbbed, pulse quickened and blood flowed through each of his veins at the speed of light. His body was burning in fury just like the dry dead branches burned caught in the flaming fire. Burned till the monstrous flame extinguished at last satisfied by turning the branch into ashes.

, her voice barely a whisper.Alison’s expression softened, a mixture of pity and concern in her eyes. "The risk of losing yourself to the bond. It’s said that when two souls are connected in this way, they become intertwined to the point where it’s impossible to separate them. If one falls, the other follows. If one succumbs to darkness, so does the other. It’s a bond that cannot be broken, no matter how hard you try."Timbre’s breath caught in her throat as the implications of Alison’s words sank in. If Xavier was lost to his demons, she would be, too. And if she couldn’t control the power growing within her, it could destroy them both."But why me?" Timbre asked, her voice trembling. "Why wo

Nothing made any sense without him with me, but every emotion I felt toward him or about him had become a walking contradiction. Knowing he wasn't coming home to me anymore stole my breath, sucked the life from me-I was suffocating. He was my lifeline, and without him, every inhale was harder to take. I missed seeing him in the morning, curling up in his arms at night, eating dinner with him, and the sensation of his basic human touch. I had adored him since the day I sat across from him at Applebee's and believed with everything in me our souls were connected. We were bound by a love I'd never known before and doubted would ever exist for me again. Somehow, we'd always be connected; some un

Willow nods, she knows it will be. “I know; that’s why I’m putting several spells on it. One to hide the contents from anyone who hasn’t been given permission, one to bind the book closed so only I can open it, and another to make it invisible to everyone's eye when I’m not using it.” She has thought about it all, she will ensure no one can get into it.

My fingers trace along a few promising books like ritual studies, old magic, psychic links—I’m impressed by the things they keep here, but none of them contain the detail I need. I need to find more. I desperately scour through the whole place, careful not to break the dust that blankets the shelves, so no one will notice that someone sneaked in here. Then, my eyes drift to a manuscript tucked behind a set of other old books. The title along the spine reads: Soul Tethers and Mate Imprints. My pulse skips as I pull it out and flip through the pages. This must be it! I’ve never snatched a book this fast in my life. I find a secluded corner of the study and lower myself to the floor, book in ha

In the blinding brightness of the room, the blood looked unnaturally dark, almost black. "There is a beautiful vulnerability to the human body," the Director said. He sounded entirely conversational, his voice smooth and untroubled over the sound of my ragged, choked breathing. "We think we're so strong, so invincible when we're running through the shadows. But we're really just water, bone, and nerves. And nerves, Elara, are so incredibly easy to manipulate. They are the ultimate biological design flaw."

And something faintly metallic beneath it all. Blood. --- His fingers moved across worn spines until he found what he sought. Soul Vessels. Forbidden Possessions. Underworld Bindings. Kael pulled the heavy books free and placed them across a nearby table. The candles lit themselves automatically. He began reading. --- Hours passed silently. Only the sound of turning pages filled the room. Kael’s expression darkened more with every text. Some spoke of spirits entering weak bodies. Others described possession through mirrors, cursed artifacts, blood rituals.