Souls Hugging Novels & Stories

Taking a seat on one of the stools, I opened it up and turned the pages to Lycanthropy. I had already learned about their powers and abilities from my previous read. So I skipped those pages as well, hunting for the answers Zeus refused to deliver himself but through this book. On the third chapter, the mention of soulmates caught my attention. Celebrated among the werewolf kind, soulmates are those rare individuals whose spirits are inextricably linked. They share an unbreakable bond that transcends time and distance, marked by profound emotions, telepathic connections, and a shared destiny.

Fuck! “Susie, can you leave us for a minute?” I asked her. I could hear her thinking about how she wanted to stay to get to know this man that she just soul bonded with. “Now, Susie.” I commanded. She pouted and stomped away. Luis was struggling hard. He was in love with Julia but now he felt an attraction to Susie. He didn’t understand what just happened. I once explained to Susie about the soul bond. It had happened between me and her mother. When you stare into each others’ eyes for the first time, your whole world freezes and they become the only person you can see. You have an urge to go to them and be with them. It was essentially a mate for a vampire. It was very rare.

“See. I told you so.” Helios smiled as he hugged his mate close. They looked up as more souls tried to join their haven on the moon. “Yes. You did.” She smiled as she only waved her hand and most of the incoming souls... the ones who committed unforgivable horrors in their life was repelled back.

Hugs. You are hug-tastic, and there is no finer praise. The love you give is free and that makes it priceless. There is an energy to the hug, as if the matter of one powered up the other. In the heat of your lovers hug there are welding sparks. Your hug has woven our souls in a way that is a forever bond. I hope that was your intention, because this is real. There is the hug of gentle arms that still gives the space to breathe; then there is the hug of strong arms that tells everything that your are - body, brain and soul - that they are with you. I love both, the duvets and the human shields, each has their time.

The Ampulex is also known as the soul-sucking race because they never stop stealing other people's souls. There was no way a human could escape from them; once they made eye contact with the victim, they would exploit. Once the soul sucker's mouth touches the mortal's lips, the human's soul can be absorbed. Kissing was a method to consume their lives—their soul. Soul suckers are made robust and vibrant by this. The Ampulex became more prominent and more powerful. And astral vampires won't stand by as the soul suckers exhaust their food supply.

"You kissed me already. Do you kiss strangers too?" Her cheeks flushed pink. "You reciprocated the kiss too. I remember quite well." I broke the embrace reluctantly, though I kept my hands on her shoulders. Being this close to her was intoxicating, but I needed to focus. There were still too many unknowns, too many threats circling around her. "In the spirit of reciprocation," I said, "would you perhaps want to enter a soul tie with me?" I watched her expression carefully as the words sank in. A soul tie wasn't something to propose lightly. It was a binding that went deeper than marriage, deeper than any human connection. It would link our souls together in ways that couldn't be undone.

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

“Pull! Now! Or it’s gone!” Avery gritted their teeth, digging deep. They visualized the soul’s light, imagined it as something human, something alive and begging not to be lost. They yanked, tugging with every ounce of strength they could muster. The threads flared, wrapping the soul tighter, drawing it toward them. For a moment, hope. The soul’s chaotic form began to solidify, glowing steadily, as if recognizing Avery’s pull. Victory seemed close, so close they could taste it.

Their souls merged in a cosmic dance, intertwining their essence until they became indistinguishable from one another. Isabella and Luca celebrated the profound reunion of their souls. They marveled at the intertwining of their essence, recognizing that their union was not only a testament to their love but a reflection of the eternal bonds that connect all beings throughout the cosmos. They understood that their reunion held the power to inspire and ignite the love that resided within the hearts of all souls.

He tucks a tendril of hair behind my ear, then leans in to whisper, "Baby, I get your point. I just don't like your point. I mean, I hate space. Fuck space! What the fuck is space even when we have a love like ours? Strong like ours? A connection like ours? You might have a boyfriend but your soul and mine, they are connected... You know what that makes us? " he bites my neck gently. "Soulmates."