Novelas y relatos de Soulbound

"When you channeled that magnitude of unrefined mana through the soul-tether, the energy didn't just pass through you. It acted as an anvil and a hammer. It forged a permanent, atomic-level realignment of your spiritual signatures." "Break it down into plain words, Starwyn," Thalen said, his voice dropping into a cold, hard edge of apprehension. "What are you telling us?" "I am telling you that the soul-bond can no longer be severed," Starwyn said softly, watching their faces for signs of panic. "Not by Madame Kaelin’s draughts, not by high-tier blood rituals, and not by any known procedure in the capital archives. Your nervous systems, your mana pools, and your life forces are permanently f

“Why would you say that?” Raf giggled, bringing up a hand to ease an itch at his neck. “Because he never really comes to see us here. Soulmates need to be close to each other, right?” “Right.” Silence filled the room soon after as she had said that. The air felt like it had gone still as no voice was heard in the room for longer than a minute. “Did you ever meet your bound?” Raf broke the silence as he spoke, his voice now a low whisper. He had long since given up on keeping his eyes open, eyes now completely shut.

~Sigh~ "I wish that was possible. In fact, he is already dead several hundred years ago! I tried to make him understand that it's impossible to kill a floating consciousness, but he was too terrified to understand. He has already gone mad and will continue to rot in this universe eternally, and that is the punishment for breaking a soul-bond. We can't escape the punishment imposed by the universe itself." "Oh, man! That sounds horrible.‌" Creed's hair stood straight after hearing this. "Soul-bonds are scary!" "Don't think too much! He chose this when he was alive… Feeling bad for him would not do any good. But Yeah, Soul-Bonds are scary indeed." Creed asked after a brief pause, "What about t

This novel is a work of fiction. Names, story, places and events are products of the author's creativity or are used fictionally. Any similitude to actual events or locales or individuals, living or dead, is totally coincidental. First of all I must appreciate this app for providing me the platform, there I can pen down and I can write my imaginations. I wanted to say, what is in your destiny you will find it anyway. Sometimes things seem against us and against our desires and everything seems out of orbit, but afterwards we realize why was it like that. Everything happens for a reason. We just need to understand and have patience.

With that he took my lips in a toe curling kiss making me lose my control and will to hold back. As I always say Ezra is a drug and addiction which will never be cured and I will always happily let him consume me.

the older man snapped his finger, "you're still alive, dead spirit doesn't have energy colour like yours." So the older man found a protection spell from gods, then he saw Henry's soul was still connected to the world, meaning he was still alive. Henry looked at the toes of his shoes which looked dirty with dust and mud, his heart was beating fast. He could feel the pulse in his neck and the pounding of his heart beating against his ribs. "I- I'm still alive?" "Maybe the answer you are looking for is your memory and where is your body now," Tania's father's statement made Henry's thoughts swirl and feelings mixed.

It was as if their presence had woven itself into the fabric of his being, leaving him unable to escape their allure. The night had been sleepless for Adam as he grappled with the enigmas of Ayana and Lyana. He couldn't fathom why they had such a profound effect on him, especially considering he had not fathered Lyana. Yet there was something about them—something ethereal and irresistible—that drew him in like a moth to a flame. Their souls seemed to intertwine with his, creating a connection that defied logic and reason.

Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to Y ou for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab." 

The sheer absurdity of the situation intensified, and he felt like he was caught in a whirlwind of fantastical elements. Alexa took a deep breath, her words spilling out in a rush. "It means we're connected, Leonard. Bound together by something deeper than just emotions or attraction. We're two halves of the same whole, meant to be together. Fated mates are rare, and when we find each other...it's like nothing else matters." Leonard's eyes widened, his face awestruck. "You mean, like...soulmates?" Alexa nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Exactly. But it's more than that. It's a connection that goes beyond the physical realm. We can sense each other's emotions, feel each other's pain

The books were lined up in alphabetical order, the same way Draco had left them, her heart ached at the memories, it all started when that little bastard was born, that was when everything started falling apart. She brought out the book, it was thick and dusty and she dropped it on the table, she flicked them open in haste before stopping on the page she was looking for, the image of the crystal watch was printed boldly on it and below it were the words ' soul binder, it binds the powers of a soul shifter and it prevents people from detecting thier soul powers ' It was the only pair in the world, she knew it because Draco had made it himself, working tirelessly for years until it was success