Souls Connected Novels & Stories

I begged and she sighed and faced the exit. "I'm sorry, Sophia. But I can't" she mumbled and walked away. "Chloe!" I called after her, but she didn't bother to look at me and completely left. Good Saviors. I whimpered and sat helplessly on the floor. How could Chloe do this to me? I've been taking the blames for her in other cases, but this...I simply can't. I'll be punished severally for it. How could she betray me? My name is Sophia and I'm one of the maidens in Marazona - also known as the Land Of Beauty.

"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.

Sophia’s image appeared — calm, radiant, alive. “Humanity,” she said, “you’ve spent centuries searching for meaning outside yourselves. But meaning was always the music between us. You’ve heard it now — the resonance that links every living thing. It’s fragile, yes, but it’s real. Protect it. Shape it. Dream within it.” She paused, her gaze soft. “And when you wake, remember — connection isn’t the end of individuality. It’s the proof of it.” The signal faded into silence. Then, across the world, the same message appeared in faint glowing script:

"Unless..." She traced something on the glass, and suddenly our reflections changed. Not our appearance, but what lay beneath. I could see our souls, intertwined in ways that made my eyes water. But there, at the center, was something else. A third thread, older, darker, binding us in ways that predated our birth. "Someone bound you before you were born," Kira whispered. "This isn't a mate bond. It's a soul-contract. Someone with incredible power wanted to ensure you two would find each other."

She had walked here without a route, without a purpose, without the apparatus of the thing she was in the process of stopping being. The bond she'd been tracking for weeks was in there. She could feel it from here — warm and anchored and completely indifferent to her presence, two people choosing each other in a room with candles and low light and the company of others doing the same. Odon Kuraim could not feed on what was in that basement. She stood in the mist and looked at it for a long time. Then her secondary channel buzzed. One message. Four words. We see you too. Ilyra read it twice.

The connection formed differently than our original pack bond—lighter, more flexible, allowing her to maintain distance while sharing strength. Sarah flickered through timelines before joining, her temporal nature adding depth to our growing network. "I can connect versions across realities. Make this truly multidimensional." The Lunas required no invitation—they flowed into the network like water finding its level, their seven aspects adding complexity that somehow simplified everything else. "This is insane," Marcus said, but I heard uncertainty in his voice. "This is evolution." I turned to him. "Even you could join, if you chose connection over isolation." "I am entropy's avatar—"

The world around me is bursting at the seams as I run faster than physically possible, and then I’m hit with an energy that feels like I have ten suns within me powering my body forward. When I spot her our eyes interlock with one another, and the world fades away leaving her and I surrounded by darkness. She’s radiating a warm light that’s almost healing, and her eyes are glowing silver with a storm swirling within them. The intensity of our mate bond has amplified so much that I can feel my universe shifting to solo revolve around this fiery woman.

Stralath hummed a human song as the elevator slid below ground, and Cleona shot him a strange look which he ignored. He liked earthling music which showed creativity and spirit. He'd stayed up late scrolling the internet and uploaded an extensive playlist to the "insight device" attached to his skull. Coco cleared her throat, and he reluctantly tapped the disc behind his ear, shutting off the rhythmic sound waves rolling through his mind. "The fisheri won't talk, and we've tried everything short of torture." Coco rocked back on her heels.

I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.