Soulbound Novels & Stories

He said with a chuckle. “The bond?” I asked giving him a confused look. “Man you got alot to learn, but dont worry I’ll teach you.” He paused and took a sip of water. “The soul bond is something that a demon does to someone they plans on spending the rest of their life with. Its kind of like your mating. But instead you can only soul bond with one person, and one person only. Which is why its rare to see someone who is soul bonded now a days. Its rare to see someone that want to stay with just one person for the rest of their lives. And with demons, thats a pretty damn long life. When you soul bond a demon gives you some of their venom straight to the heart, in turn you can adapt some of the

I nodded, “Is it because of that I felt the same amount of pain when Yohan was hurt?” “Mmmm” Esra nodded, “Because you both are bound to each other. In blood and in soul. There will never be an escape from it. If he gets hurt, you’ll feel the pain too. It’s because you accepted him, now the second part will continue.” “I see, so it switched.” “Yes.” She held my hands tighter, “I’m so sorry child.” “Actually, this is bad.” My hands trembled, “After all that, it’s like we’ll be at point zero.”

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

“We need to reassemble it… but with a new focus. Instead of using it to destroy, we use it to create, to forge a bridge between life and death. But it will require something powerful… something that can anchor Lena’s spirit and guide it back.” Ethan frowned, trying to make sense of her words. “What kind of anchor?” Selene’s gaze met his, her expression seriously. “A soul bond. A connection strong enough to pull her back from the brink.” The implications of her words hit Ethan like a freight train. A soul bond, something deeper than friendship, deeper than love. It was a connection that went past the physical, past the mortal. He didn't know by chance if he and Lena had that kind of a bond, b

“The disturbance registered from the same quadrant where she was last held.” The air grew heavy — a palpable tension pressing against every word. Veyra turned from the railing, her cloak whispering against the floor. “You’re suggesting that a human just breached the boundary between mortal and immortal realms?” Myr bowed his head slightly. “Not merely human, Councilor. She carries the binding mark. That makes her Soulbound.” A low murmur rippled through the Council — disbelief mingled with a fear none of them wanted to name. “The Soulbound line was erased ages ago,” Soreth said, his tone dangerously quiet. “The last bearer was p

They stopped on her chest, where her blouse strained over her full breasts, then lower, to her hips under the skirt. "You have my word. But I need something back. Freedom ain't free. What I need isn't something you can't give me. Soul binding... Your soul keeps me solid here; mine guards you from the dark shit." Soul binding? Lydia's brain spun. She'd read about it—deep stuff, where two essences mix until you can't tell them apart. It was very intimate, scary. "What does that... mean exactly?" Her voice came out small, but her body lied. Her nipples poked hard against her shirt, and a warm wetness grew between her legs, soaking her panties.

"When will we know it’s safe to touch her without destroying her?" "When she chooses us," I said, with a certainty that burned. "Only then." He watched as I took his place. As I kissed her. As I felt what he had felt. Her light was a fire, and we only knew darkness. And yet… she didn’t burn us. She revealed us. She made us vulnerable. The bond had already begun. Not in flesh. Not in blood. In the soul. And that union… was irrevocable.

But this was not a regular mate mark doing this. This was a soul bond. She knew about those too. Rarer and very permanent. They are not a mark that faded with time or distance but a tie at the deepest level of what you were, woven into your soul and not just your blood. No fifty year window. No walking away. No workarounds. The bond held until one of them died and if you tried to put too much distance between yourself and the other person your body reacted like it was being separated from something it needed to function.

"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."

The world collapses down to one truth: He will never touch or hurt anyone again. I don’t stop when he goes down. I don’t stop when he curls in on himself, hands coming up too late, blood at his mouth. I stop only when a sound cuts through the fog. A sob from Libby. I turn and see Libby is on the floor behind the counter and curled in on herself. Her arms are wrapped around her head and she’s rocking slightly like she’s trying to disappear into the tiles. “No, no, no,” she whispers. “Please—please—”