Souls Connected Novels & Stories

I mumbled frightened. “We won’t.” he said synpathically, reaching out for me and gently pulling me to his chest. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, before his phone light blinked... then died. I became more frightened. I reached for something. Anything, just need to ease my tensed heart. Eventually, I gripped something soft. Held it tight—like it was the only thing tethering me to earth. “Awch!”. He let out pained, before the light got retored. I almost yelled out, seeing what I've been holding on to.

“My blood saved you, Kaima… but it also changed something between us.” “Changed what?” My voice trembled, afraid of what he was about to say. He had a sorry expression on his face. Goddess, please—whatever he was about to say couldn’t be as bad as I was thinking. “Whoever a demon wolf heals,” he said quietly, “their souls become connected. It’s not something I can control, it just happens.” “Wait, what do you mean by connected?” I repeated, my voice barely audible, my heart pounding fast.

“Good. We’d be terrible poets if we demanded they copy ours forever.” Silas pulled me closer, lips brushing my ear. “You feel that? The bond is stretching again. Wider. Stronger.” I did. It was no longer only our four souls. It had become a living current running through every generation that chose connection over control, healing over vengeance. Years folded into decades once more.

Looking down with a look of hunger Michael nodded before he smiled broadly. "Gentlemen this is my personal assistant Sarah." Michael spoke as Sarah smiled proudly before shooting Summer, who still stood behind them, a look of triumph. "Sarah." Michael continued. "This is Asher Roth and David Johnson, our soon to be partners." Shooting a thousand watt white smile Sarah finally disengaged and sauntered forward reaching out a perfectly manicured hand. "Nice to meet you both." She purred. "Likewise." David spoke first taking Sarah's outstretched hand and shaking.

The snake said. She slithered to a wall and placed her hand somewhere on it. The wall opened upwardly and behind it were the souls of my friends. Pablo and Freddy. Shock seized near and I was breathless for some seconds before the snake started to speak again. "Breath taking isn't it?" The snake said. Linda and Diana were as shocked as I was and couldn't stop staring. The souls of our friends were whaling in pain as if being tortured by something. "You monster!" I shouted at the snake.

I only knew this because my mom had told me about a forbidden spell that could be used when two Gods had a soul bond and one of the souls died or lost connection somehow. As soon as the soul lost connection someone would start up the forbidden spell causing the soul missing it's other half to leave the Gods body to go and search for the missing half. The soul would become lost searching forever for the connection it longs for. Unless I got lucky which was rare, I would be soulless forever. Someone could control me and I wouldn't be able to do nothing because I would be a shell of myself. Emotionless. The only solution is death. The two parts of me would reconnect. My life would be meaningles

I had taken Audrey's hand and started running, it was funny how I thought we had escaped and suddenly she dropped down beside me. Time seemed to slow down as I watched blood seeping out of her head, I just stood there like my brain had gone on lockdown watching as she died. All I knew was that I was suddenly pulled into a car and later I found myself at the institution again but I still couldn't focus on anything apart from the fact that Audrey was dead just like I took people's lives, she was taken from me. -- "What do you think is wrong with her? She gets like this after a mission and it's getting worse".

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.

They didn't understand what that truly meant though, just that they would be connected to their mate, or chosen mate forever. I knew that it was much more complicated than that. Yes, the souls were bound together, but it was the connection between the two souls that truly immersed them together. The best way to describe the way the marks, or soul binding ceremony worked is with the very real knot that is used in witch ceremonies. The knot binds the souls together, but the more connection the souls have, conversations, touches, caring for one another, sex, each of those interactions created their own knot, within that knot. Like taking each rope, cutting them just a tiny sliver to loosen a th

Jordyn's eyes were filled with remorse. “Another question: yesterday I shook this guy's hand, and instantly a red design appeared on his neck. What does that mean?” Glancing down at my teacup. She gave me these big googly eyes and said, “It's called a love flame. It is similar to the mate bond. He's soul-bound to you. He can see, hear, and feel what you are doing. If you allowed him to. Did he notice you were his mate?” She smiled at me.