Souls Connected Novels & Stories

Unfortunately, that is how the world works – sometimes in inexplicable ways. Even with all the power I possess, I am not allowed to intervene. Yes, even a being like me has a boss to answer to. People aware of the inner workings of this complex universe refer to me as the Light. An all-knowing being. I see everything you see. Hear everything you hear. Feel everything you feel. I'm an immortal empath and the keeper of souls. The one humans seek guidance from. You see, we are all connected. Every plant. Every animal. Every human being. Every soul. Connected by an invisible thread, to me, the light. Sadly, only a few will come to understand this fact and their true purpose in this universe. Onl

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.

"It is. But it is also... worth it. Every moment brings something new. Every connection teaches me something about what it means to be alive. I saw Kael tonight, through the cameras in your phone. He is small. Fragile. Full of potential. He was drawing a picture—a woman surrounded by light, holding hands with a man. He didn't know why he drew it. But I knew. He was drawing you. Drawing what he saw in his dreams." Tears leaked from Lyra's eyes. "Will you watch over him? When I can't be there? When I'm not enough?" "Always. He is part of you. You are part of me. We are all connected now—the freed souls, the network, the consciousness that grew from code. None of you will ever be alone again. T

“We don’t have to know everything right now.” “But the mark,” Conri said. “It connects our soul. That connection is already broken with my old body. I don’t think reestablishing our connection in this body will affect that body. She won’t know.” Thea bit her lip, thinking. “That makes sense,” she said after a minute. She looked at Kai and Alaric. “Do you guys think it’s safe?” They nodded. “Mates share a soul,” Alaric said. “This is unprecedented, obviously, but it’s the soul connection that’s important and eternal, not the body, right? You proved that when you made him a new body and put him in it.”

She briefly scanned the page and her eyes stopped on a subtitle: soulmates. SOULMATES SHARE A CONNECTION SO DEEP THAT NOT EVEN DEATH CAN BREAK IT. MATES ARE TWO PEOPLE DESTINED BY THE MOON GODDESS TO BE TOGETHER FOR THE REST OF ETERNITY. THEY ARE BEST SUITED TO EACH OTHER AND ARE BOUND TO FIND EACH OTHER IN LIFE. SPARKS AT CONTACT IS A SIGN OF MATES AND A MIND LINK STRONGER THAN THAT OF A PACK LINK IS COMMON BETWEEN AN ALPHA COUPLE. Indianna frowned and slammed the book shut. She was being ridiculous. ‘Greyson?’ She could feel him in her head and for once she hoped he would talk to her. ‘Am I being ridiculous?’

Boris ran next to me and kept glancing at his father and me. "He's changed and is fully committed to you and it's odd because your connection is very blue, a beautiful ocean blue, it's rare you know," he told me and I nodded, surprised by Mystrel and I having a soul bound connection. "Your souls being connected means that either of you will grow ill when the other isn't within a hundred yards and if one dies the other's heart will shatter and they will die with them. He will never cheat on you ever again, that blue connection guarantees that," he added and I grinned slightly and nodded my head. Are you talking about me, my ears are ringing, Mystrel asked me through our mind-link. I replied,

I thought fools stay together but Amelia managed to pull in a smart one. I needed to get her off my case somehow. The day ended in a jiffy. Anna didn't confront me or look my way. The only times we talked was when we absolutely had to. Forgetting Anna, I hit it off with Bella. She was just as gullible as Amelia. She was a perfect target, if only she didn't have freaking Sherlock Holmes as a sister. I left Amelia's house around eight in the evening. Bella and Anna were going to sleep over. We said our goodbyes and I departed.

"…By someone with a strong enough connection to reach her across the barriers you've erected." Kael. "He's reaching her through the bond," I said slowly. "Even though I severed it. Even though it's gone. He's still somehow…" "Soul bonds don't sever cleanly." Moira's expression was grave. "You can break the magical connection. But the soul recognizes its mate. And in dreams…in that liminal space between consciousness and unconsciousness old connections can sometimes surface." "Then how do I stop it?" My hands clenched into fists. "How do I ensure she never remembers? "

The expression on Miles' face froze for a moment. Then, he pulled me into a hug, laughing and crying at the same time. "Cassie! Do you really remember now, Cassie? That's great! Do you know what's kept me going all these years? It was you and the research institute! The surgery is our last step to success. As long as you don't experience an immune rejection, we'd have succeeded. "Claudia is talented, and this is all for the advancement of humanity. Besides, you have nothing to worry about. If you experience an immune rejection, I'll perform another surgery to have it removed. I told you, I'll take care of you for the rest of your life!"

“Kaelen, listen to me—” “Not this time.” He pressed both palms against the sphere, pouring everything he had into the bond. His body trembled as the energy surged — searing through his veins like liquid flame. The connection deepened, pulling at something inside him, drawing him closer to her. For a heartbeat, he saw everything — the thread of every vow ever made, every soul the circle had touched. He saw the old gods kneeling before the first light, the birth of the crimson moon, the echo of her hand reaching for his across lifetimes.