Souls Tied But Ours Unfolded Novels & Stories

Mom hugs me. “Don’t lose hope, Luc. Lia is much stronger than you know. Her love will make her fight death to be with you.” I do not answer back but cling to her words as if they are the last resort. *** We hear heavy footsteps nearing us. I look up to see Susie and Daniel rushing towards us.

“When one of us is dying beyond repair, we can merge. Just enough to drag the other back from the edge.” I felt the air leave my lungs all at once. “You gave her your soul?” He shook his head. “Not all of it. A thread. A core fragment. But that piece?” His gaze flickered toward camp. “It doesn’t come back.” A thick silence sat between us. “And?” I pressed. “And it bonds you." he finished. My stomach dropped cold. “Like—” I began. “a real bond." he confirmed. My throat closed. “She lives,” he said quietly. “Because my soul fought with hers.”

She was sucked by his gusto so she leaned close and listened. "A phenomenon we called union of souls transpired. The red string of fate bound two lone souls, but bear in mind, it's BECAUSE they sought for each other so even if they get separated here on Earth or after Earth, there is a guarantee they'd reunite and meet. What you deem constraint to freedom is ironically its very own privilege." An indescribable sorrow momentarily manifested in his eyes. Weirdly enough, her heart ached together with him unbeknownst she would relate to the last statement sooner.

His brown eyes landed on me. “What are you saying, love?” He sat back in the chair. His brows knitted together. I gulped. I wanted to snatch all of the words and shove them back into my mouth. Cadogen was smiling. “I never said it would be to the same degree. Humans aren’t on this earth as long as the rest of us; their souls tend to be more wild. More unpredictable.” “Wait, are you saying that you are also Soul-tied to her.” Daire stood up and looked between the two of us.

And so, all the following hot summer days and evenings, as well as nights, the venerable Adelard could not find a place for himself. Everything seemed to him so unreal, not natural, inanimate. Everything seemed even more feigned. What could have fluttered his untouched nerves before, now were nothing more than a phantom, a ghost of the future. The world appeared before him with all the mysterious colors that had previously been hidden from his beautiful eyes. Old Adelard was completely lost, he sacrificed him to get a little closer to love itself.

“Do you know what this means? Do you know what we’ve achieved? Do you?” We stared at him as he spoke. No one seemed to understand what he was rambling about. “What do you mean remarkable?” Anthony Gordon asked. “What are you implying?” “There’s only one thing Peter and I have in common,” Mr. Gordon said. “And that is the fact that we have Ashley’s blood flowing through our veins.” “What does that mean?” I asked. “I injected Peter and Trevor with your sister’s blood after doing the same to myself,” he said. “I didn’t intend for it to bind us in any way, but this injury you all witnessed is evidence that the blood is binding the three of us.”

By making love to each other ,not only their bodies but their souls become one. Dhruv never expected to get married and fall in love .He thought that he wasn't lucky and his tainted soul didn't deserve love . After Dhruti entered his life everything got changed. She loved him for the person he was...she understood his worth and he was a diamond. The way he accepted her childishness, her non stop blabbering and her short tempered nature ,She can't help but thank God enough for making him her life partner. It was the story of those untainted souls who suffered---- Dhruv ,Shrestha and Dharam.

Our tongues tangle together mimicking the threads of the bond entwining our souls. A bond that Tracy, or Xander, or death itself can never break.

“I was always you.” “And I was constantly scared,” I murmured. “But not anymore.” I let go. Not in her hands. Of myself. My soul unraveled—but not apart. It stretched. It merged. With her. With the gate. With the rips in the world and the breath of every Uncut who longed for truth. I became the seal. Not a prison. A story. And the gate closed. Not slammed. Not sealed with pain. It folded. Gently. Soft as a lullaby. The sort sung by mothers familiar with all the pain and the love that has preceded. The platform dimmed. The sky lightened. And the mountain was still.

The jittery nerves returned, singeing me from under my skin. “What if I slipped up? I don’t understand that much but I know you’re going down with me if they find out I’m a fraud.” His large hand tightened over mine. “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.” The words rang inside my head like a promise of the past. A weird feeling churned at the pit of my stomach. Like I’ve been burned from it all before. I already knew it wasn’t going to be pretty. ~~~