Souls Connected Novels & Stories

“She’s working through your sister.” The only one who didn’t seem surprised was Luella, who was exposed to double soul disbursement many times while in the tutelage of her mother. The soul is so connected to both bodies that when one body is in trouble or need, the other one feels it and can come through. Sometimes, if one body is weaker than the other, the stronger body literally takes over the mechanics of the other body, and no one is the wiser, but in this case both Lucy and Tara were of equal strength and in cooperation with each other. It was also the reason Lucy could only hover in Tara’s aura, instead of occupying her body.

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.

I open my eyes and focus on the pull of the link and open it to everyone of my people in the underground facility. “My people, here me. I am here to save you all. I will get you all to safety. No one will be left behind. We will bury our dead together. Please hold on, I am here.” I say when I hear groans and whimpers, some shrieks, and hisses through the link. I search for Artemis’s link and find it, but it’s weak. No, she is dying. I push to feel Perla and hers is the same.

“Do you think they are connected?” Hosea nods. “It is very possible. Your visions have always been stronger than most, and now, with her by your side, they seem to intensify. It’s as if the two of you are unlocking something dormant.” Phoenix speaks for the first time since Hosea began. “The Goddess said our bond goes beyond this lifetime, and our connection has been in existence. Could that be related to this?” Hosea’s eyes lit with understanding. “It would make a lot of meaning. If your souls have been joined for so long, it could explain you both’s powers. I know one thing for sure, You were meant to find yourselves, and to fulfill a purpose greater than yourselves.”