Soulbound Romane & Geschichten

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.

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.

To keep advancing this way, you'd need to throw away all your good values and keep performing Spirit Binding with the opposite sex. "And if you do it with the same person, it only works the first time unless the other person levels up again." Now that Billy had mentioned ethics again, Felix looked uncomfortable. "So… does Soul Binding really feel good?" Billy sighed and gave it to him straight. "I won't lie to you. This thing is way more intense than regular lovemaking. Put it this way—people with poor self-control would get hooked after just one time. "But you can't do Soul Binding too often, or it causes permanent soul damage. That depends on soul energy, too, of course."

I brushed off invincible dust from my clothes. “See you at the briefing…Adrian Vega.” And with that I walked past him without much of a second glance. For some reason, the spot where his hands had just held my skin kept on burning no matter how much I rubbed on it. This man was going to ruin my life. But I wasn’t going to give another man an opportunity to try.

"Unless..." She traced something on the glass, and suddenly our reflections changed. Not our appearance, but what lay beneath. I could see our souls, intertwined in ways that made my eyes water. But there, at the center, was something else. A third thread, older, darker, binding us in ways that predated our birth. "Someone bound you before you were born," Kira whispered. "This isn't a mate bond. It's a soul-contract. Someone with incredible power wanted to ensure you two would find each other."

It required him to move closer to the bond than he preferred, to risk the brightness of a reaffirmation event pushing him back. But it was effective. Every bond, no matter how anchored, carried within it the specific shape of the wounds that had formed it. Soulbonds didn't form between whole people — they formed between people at the point of shared fracture. Which meant every bond contained, at its foundation, the exact texture of the original break. For Tharien: the belief that his love destroyed. For Nori: the belief that she was easy to leave.

Lucien said, his voice strained. "This is absurd. Sera's been working with me to prevent violence, not cause it. The bond—""The bond makes you vulnerable to manipulation," Matthias interrupted. "I warned you about this. Mate bonds can cloud judgment, make you trust when you shouldn't. She's been playing you since the beginning." "No."

The Emperor turned his back on the general, pacing slowly back up the dais toward his throne. "Conventional war will not break a bound Dragon and Wolf," Vane stated, his voice echoing across the high arches of the ceiling. "Their soul-bond makes them strong. It weaves their life-force into an impenetrable armor. To destroy them, we must strike at the bond itself." He stopped at the foot of his throne, turning his pale face toward the dark, recessed alcove to the left of the dais—a shadowed space where no light from the molten floor ever reached.

In an instant, he was inside Two's Soul Scape. The Soul Scape was an immaterial Dimension inside one's self. Adding Ion Energy into it, allowed it to turn corporeal once the Cultivator reached the Correct Realm to do so. Better than carrying any pouches or sacks for that matter. But since it was connected to one's soul the destruction of the Soul would destroy all the items inside. It also required the nurturing of Ion Energy.

she replied, looking back up at Ena with enlightenment, those were the loopholes to this whole thing. Ena shook her head slowly, even though it scared her how much sense it was making-, "no, soul binding is only done by the gods. Binding a soul is giving a soul a mate, that can only be done by the moon herself, or the Queen of gods Erania- the Sun"