Souls Entwined Wowhead Novels & Stories

Logan, I thought to myself. "There is something called soul intertwining. It comes when two wolves, who aren't mates, cohabit, and their wolves grow used to each other and their souls start bonding. It doesn't serve the same purpose as marking another wolf. However it's enough to confuse your wolf and soul. Wolves who aren't mates are not meant to live together as a couple, so this causes problems when one of them finds their mate." Everything is starting to come together and make sense now. That's why Logan found it so easy to reject me. His soul was intertwined with Josephine's. That's why he was confused and didn't know what to do when he found me.

Threading his fingers into Louis's hair, the brown-eyed male brought his soulmate's head to his untouched neck and moaned as the thrusts got deeper; that thick cock sliding over all the right places. Louis's neck tilted to Danny's mouth on the other side. The boy inhaled his soulmate's scent mingling with his powerful soul underneath. Their souls greeted each other on a level that surpassed intimate and that was when Louis's mouth drew back an inch before capturing Danny's neck within his jaws.

“I remembered something.” “What?” “A text. A scroll I found when I was researching ways to commune with the moon goddess. It mentioned a ritual. Dangerous. Nearly forgotten.” I glanced toward Andrew. “How dangerous?” “Fatal. For both souls, if it goes wrong.” I didn’t say anything. Just waited. Lora continued, her voice low. “It’s a soul-binding ritual. Not like mating bonds—it’s older, rawer. Meant to pull two fated souls back into sync if they’ve been corrupted or broken apart. It could bring Andrew back.”

After Sylvio arranged a defensive formation, his soul immediately entered The Spirit Cage. Once a soul reached Overlord Realm, it could enter and exit The Spirit Cage at will and without restrictions. As Leila's longest-lived and most knowledgeable person, Sylvio knew The Spirit Cage very well. In fact, The Spirit Cage was not a virtual world, but a weapon of primal chaos. The inside of the weapon was a world of its own: where only the soul could enter to increase its soul power quickly.

He tilted his head slightly, seeming strangely curious. "I’m not entirely sure. I believe the destined bond is the union of two souls that are missing parts of themselves, completing each other when they come together. Do you have a soul?" I asked, glancing at him sideways, feeling my skin prickle from the dark aura emanating from him.

Placing my hand on top of his I murmured. “How do you know?” His gaze flicked down for one moment to my hand, before I felt his wing curl around me, pulling me closer to him. “Close your eyes Verity. Seek the tie, reach for it in your soul.” My eyes fluttered closed at his words, sinking into darkness I turned inward focusing on the corners of my soul where the ties danced freely. A soft green glow began to emanate from the far reaches of the space we inhabited as one. Noticing that the ethereal soft green glow elegantly weaving around our souls. I became witness to the melding of our three souls into one. Cain’s soul was thrumming with energy, his soul's deep crimson color fit the fierce wa

In Silvershade, the pack borders are quiet, too quiet to consider normal. Witches are quietly digging and burying hay dolls around the pack borders. Wanda is quietly chanting a spell to bring those buried dolls to life. Only when the dolls come alive underground will they be able to hold that green wall intact. These are the dolls that would actually trap the souls within the green walls and suck their souls dry. These are the soul creepers whose sole purpose is to drain the vitality of the living. The stronger the living being, the greater their vitality.

If he had really wanted to, he could have helped Allen out of his predicament and purged the alcohol from his system, but these shifters always needed to learn the hard way about their limitations, so this was probably a lesson that Selene herself had intended for Allen to learn… and who was he to argue? "Just… try to remember, or at least have your wolf remember if you can manage that, Lexi has two incredibly powerful souls that could cause significant devastation if she ever lost control of either of them… do you understand?" Lord Brarthroroz asked slowly. "Yup! Two souls, two mates for each. Got it." Allen grinned happily. 'Fucking asshole! One mate for each soul! ONE! STOP GIVING OUR MAT

"When you awakened the oath, you also awakened me." The air around Celeste begins glowing with silver mana. Ancient symbols appear beneath our paws. "You believe binding my soul to yours gives you control over me. Instead, you awaken my true nature. The moment Rowan marked me, Asgard's soul fully bonded with mine. We are no longer simply mates. We become what we were always destined to be. Two halves of the same soul." "That bond is older than any oath. Older than the Luna’s hatred." Sara and Elara exchange frightened glances.

yet refusing to leave the physical plane. The creature didn't growl. It emitted a sound like a skipping record, a glitchy snarl that resonated in the team's teeth. "They're 'Soul-Hungry,'" Elara whispered, gripping her spear tightly. "Thorne's failures. When the Link crashed, their consciousness didn't return to their bodies; it just... scattered. Now they're mere shells trying to fill the void with any energy they can find." Suddenly, the fog erupted. It wasn't just one wolf; a dozen shadows detached from the gloom, moving with an unnatural speed that defied the laws of physics.