Souls Connected Novels & Stories

My legs folded beneath me and all at once, I was devoured. Heat scorched my insides, burning through my organs and boiling the blood in my veins. At the same time, frost began to crawl up my fingers. My teeth chattered, while my throat blistered. My arms went numb, while my chest burned. “Focus on the bond!” A strange yet familiar voice said. “The bond!” Squeezing my eyes shut, I searched within myself for the tether that bound me to Azrael, Orion, and Draco. In between the flames that raged within my body, it was there. A shining silver chord that connected me to their souls.

I joked. “No Aiden, it isn't. It says here that with every bond, friendship, family, love, hate, desire, and the like, regardless of whether the person stays or leaves, there's always a whole or residual piece of the soul of that person left in your mind. Hence, Soul Chain”. He explained further. “That sounds stupid,” I said. We both looked at ourselves, amused by the concept of what had just read, and we laughed aloud, heartily, to our heart's content.

The atmosphere becomes charged, and I exchange glances with Frederick, who remains supportive. “The connection between mates is a powerful bond. Let's delve into the depths of it,” Sasha states, focusing on the ritual. As it unfolds, a vision forms in front of us, revealing a series of memories—moments between Arnold, Ryan, and me. Yet, something is off. The connection appears strained and distorted, as if manipulated. “There's interference, a dark force disrupting the link. It's not natural; someone has tampered with your connection,” Sasha analyzes. Frederick expresses anger, asking, “Who would do such a thing?”

The cosmic voice spoke, "Guardians, as you traverse the harmonies of souls, remember that every note, every connection, is a thread in the cosmic tapestry. Your journey is a dance with the souls that have shaped the symphony of existence." Hand in hand, Sasha and Alec stepped into the cosmic dance of souls, where the echoes of countless lives intertwined with their own. The astral gateway opened new vistas of understanding, and with each revelation, the guardians became a part of the timeless and harmonious melody that echoed through the cosmic expanse. As Sasha and Alec delved further into the cosmic dance of souls, the symphony around them intensified. Souls whispered their stories, and Al

We are not solitary beings, but rather interconnected beings As the pack dispersed, each member venturing off to make the necessary preparations for the arduous journey that lay ahead, Zavier and Sophia found themselves caught in a moment of profound connection. Their souls, like two ethereal entities, entwined with an intensity that defied words, their embrace speaking volumes that language could never convey. It was as if the very essence of their beings merged, like the intricate roots of an ancient tree, drawing strength and solace from one another. In that fleeting instant, the world around them faded into insignificance, leaving only the pulsating energy of their intertwined spirits.

Valir snarled the word inside my skull before I consciously realized I agreed. The Architect sighed softly. “You still think this began with the two of you.” His silver eyes flicked between us. “But your bond is not new.” The air turned razor sharp. Mara spoke carefully. “What does that mean?” “It means,” the Architect said calmly, “that souls capable of carrying that level of connection do not appear naturally anymore.” Jane’s breathing slowed beside me. Not calmer. Focused. Dangerously so. “You created them,” he said quietly. The architect smiled again.

She handed the younger woman a gourd. Without second thoughts, Rose drowned the bitter liquid down to her guts. She didn't take the gourd off her lips until she was done with the big gulps. She shuddered letting the liquid spread all over her body. “Ginseng tea. It will open up your Soul Bond.” “Soul Bond?” “Every offspring has a connection with its parents whether dead or alive. The connection might grow weak due to distance and conflict but it never dies. You can reach out to your mother through your soul bond.”

One of the things that toms often forgot about the God of Chaos was that Tricksy wasn't just the god of inconvenience and trickery, mischief and misfortune. Chaos was also a god of connection. While it was amusing to Agent to think about Hades and his ridiculous no-fur trying to sort out whose kits were growing in his body, his other side, the immortal Tricksy, was creating a vital connection between these four souls. There were still tasks ahead of all of them and though they had formed two pairings with the Innehavre bonds between the toms and no-furs, that wasn't enough. They needed more.

"Because we're the same frequency, remember? Both resurrected and given powers by The Balance. We exist in the same supernatural space which makes us invisible to each other's telepathy." "But I can sense you in other ways," I said. "That's the connection between resurrected souls," Damian explained, settling onto the couch beside me. "The Balance links those of us it brings back, creates bonds that go deeper than normal human relationships. It's how we recognize each other, how we know we can trust each other despite barely knowing each other's histories." "Is that what this is?" I asked, gesturing between us at the invisible thing that had been growing stronger with each passing day. "Just