Souls Entwined Quest Novels & Stories

"The girl torn between duty and desire." Lisa swallowed hard and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. "You know why I’m here?" Nyssa tilted her head. "You seek a way to claim power without the ties of fate. To ensure that your destiny is yours to command, not dictated by some mate bond. That’s quite bold." Lisa’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t deny it. "How…how can I do that? Is that possible?" Nyssa smirked. “The moment someone recommended here for you, you knew it was”

Thomas held Bianca's shoulder, shaking her lightly just to be sure that she was with him and had been hearing what he was saying. "Yes I'm with it "Bianca finally got to courage to tell him, a light smile appeared on his face and he seemed relief now. " But I don't plan on giving it back" The smile on Thomas' face vanished suddenly, turning into a frowning angry face. He moved closer to her and dragged her by her collar, asking her to repeat herself just incase he didn't her clearly. "I said, I am not giving it back to you" Thomas looked at Bianca in a very hostile way, if there was an opportunity, he would strangle Bianca at that spot. Thomas knew what Bianca wanted, but he pretended not

Luke sighed. "She's fine but quite shaken up. But, I'm afraid the damage has been done already" he said. "What damage?" Theo asked. "Yeah, what damage?" Liam asked. "Amyra forced Karla to go back in time to the day the first twin moons were called. There's a sword that can destroy the locket. It's called the sword of souls. Amyra has it now. She's going to use the sword to stop you from calling the twin moons, Theo" I exchanged bewildered glances with Theo. A soul sword. How was that even possible? I rubbed my forehead pensively. The sword was in the wrong hands. There's no telling what else Amyra plans to do with the soul sword.

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.

The air between us was filled with tension. Every fibre of my being yearned for her, for the feel of her skin beneath my touch. The memory of our stolen moment still fresh in my head. "Nicole, you don't understand the gravity of what you're suggesting," I finally managed to croak out. "Let's not start what we cannot finish." "I understand," she swallowed. "I'm not even asking for too much. I just want us to explore this...the connection we share." The word 'Connection' hung in the air. It was all shades of wrong. How could I have a connection with another woman when my heart, my life was already pledged to another.

"Only the soul that created the empty vessel can show you how to reclaim it. The answer you seek was never hidden inside this swamp. It has been walking the Rift since the prince fell. The prince is waiting in the ink. Dive into the void, High Queen. Take the soul that belongs to my contract, or stand in the dark and watch the magma entity incinerate every last wolf in your territory." Elena stood perfectly rigid before the vortex, her knuckles turning stark white around the hilts of her silver daggers as the choice snapped shut around her pulse. She didn't have her blind rage to shield her mind anymore; she was the Queen of a broken alliance, her closest savior was a cosmic monster on the r

She only sleeps for five hours because she is super busy supervising her own business. But now is different because she's stuck at Gabrielle's den. She gasped violently and groaned in annoyance. She stretches her arms and legs once more. Then after that, she faces on her left side. Her soul almost burst out of shock when she saw Gabrielle next to her. She quickly got up and huddled in the corner. She gently kicked his leg but she got no response. She crawled closer to him and gently shook his shoulder. He didn't react. He's sleeping nice and sound, plus, she really can smell he was reek of alcohol. She then takes the opportunity to find his wallet but it's not in his pocket. When she didn't

“But maybe... your matebond could help. If we combine the search spell with the resonance of the soul bond...” Mira and Lysander exchanged glances, then began drawing a new symbol on the stone floor. Their hands reached out to touch the symbol, and the soft chanting of a spell could be heard. Slowly, a pale blue light flickered to life, pulsing in a slow rhythm. From Alpha King’s chest, a thin beam of light, like a delicate thread, emerged, moving gently into the air... heading toward an unknown destination. A thread, not of this world, yet real—a connection between two souls bound together.

—bone-and-iron automatons that moved with a jerky, terrifying precision. "They're targeting the twins' resonance!" Runa screamed, her daggers carving through the iron-marrow of a sentinel. In the center of the necropolis lay the Engine of Souls. It was a massive, rotating sphere of liquid-silver light—the captured spirits of our people. The sphere was held in place by four "Entropy-Anchors" made of the same starlight-iron as our Spire. "BREAK THE ANCHORS!" I roared. But as I lunged for the first anchor, Chronos-Prime appeared before me. He didn't use a blade; he used a Memory-Lance. He drove the weapon into my chest, not to kill me, but to show me the weight of the thousand years of the grav

Four souls, entwined by fate's decree, A woman, three men, bound by destiny. Reborn they are, from lives before, In ancient hearts, a long-lost lore. The oracle, with eyes aglow, Her power stirs, the winds shall blow. Her vision sharp, the world she sees, The god of gods, brought to her knees. When she ascends, in strength unbound, The dark will rise from under ground. Her mates, they walk beside her flame, Their souls as one, they share her name. Through cycles lost, through time and strife,