Souls Touching Novels & Stories

“And you’ll make it look haunted with your “design” “It is haunted.” I paused, and then decided to move on and adjust them myself. “You’re still changing them wrong,” he muttered eventually. I sighed, tired. “And yet somehow they already look better.” “That’s subjective.” “See what I mean.” He exhaled sharply through his nose and stepped beside me, reaching across the table to adjust one of the candleholders himself. His arm brushed mine accidentally and the contact was brief. Barely there. But heat still climbed my spine before I could stop it.

“Don’t touch it. It’s not just binding us anymore.” Avery held her hand to her chest. “It’s alive.” He nodded weakly. “It’s feeding on us.” The Vein pulsed around them again, almost as if it heard. The light coiled tighter, dragging them closer together until their forms nearly touched. Avery felt the weight of it — the pressure of millions of souls moving through them. For a moment, she couldn’t tell where she ended and Kael began. Memories bled between them. His death — a sword through the ribs, rain washing away blood. Her accident — the screech of tires, glass, the rush of cold before the nothing.

Souls couldn't "Hold together," I shouted. Through network. Through connection. Through desperate need. "Stay present. Stay here. Stay" But I was collapsing too. Fragments leaving too fast. Too many wounds. Too much loss. I was becoming less. I was Thorne caught me. Physical catching. Bond catching. Love catching. His hands on my body. His consciousness in my mind. His love in my soul. Holding me. Keeping me present. Keeping me here. Keeping me Haven's song intensified. Became everything. Became all we could hear. All we could feel. All we could

"When will we know it’s safe to touch her without destroying her?" "When she chooses us," I said, with a certainty that burned. "Only then." He watched as I took his place. As I kissed her. As I felt what he had felt. Her light was a fire, and we only knew darkness. And yet… she didn’t burn us. She revealed us. She made us vulnerable. The bond had already begun. Not in flesh. Not in blood. In the soul. And that union… was irrevocable.

It felt like pushing through set concrete. ​Elara saw him. Through the haze of her own pain, she understood. She didn't try to use her "Wild" power to break the ceiling; she reached back. ​Their fingers met. ​The moment their skin touched, the Silence didn't break, but it warped. They weren't using the Chorus; they were using Touch. The most primitive, pre-tech form of resonance. ​I am here, Kael thought, pouring the image of the golden lilies into the contact.

Dominic listened to me without speaking a word, paying very close attention to what I was about to say next. “Baby souls tend to leave the body faster. And they are not black as far as I know. They are mostly transparent or translucent colored souls because they are pure. But her soul was black, but it kept changing color as I stared at it. When I stepped forward to touch it…” I stretched my arm into the space and poked the air with my finger, showing him exactly what I did, “A light blinded my sight and you know what I saw? Or better to say what I felt?”

"Will my touch hurt you?" Sophie sighed. "If someone’s emotions are strong enough, they can bleed into my system through touch. You’re so angry at me, so bitter. It’s uncomfortable enough to just be around you. If you touch me while those emotions are running through you, it’ll hurt." And having his need pour through her body, adding to her own, would have Sophie so turned on she’d be shaking with it. But he didn’t need to know that. "And I don't want to end up having another vision...

Letting someone in. I pulled at him closer plus our own bodies moved as one now. We were gliding along together under the surface. Touch is to touch, and soul is to soul. Just connection with no urgency that is intentional being slow every movement. I kissed him just as if I was rediscovering that experience since I took each breath and I gave each sigh with every single touch of lips and tongue. We stayed there in that water for long after that silence had enveloped all of the world, and we did caress, did hold, did discover one another through those whispers and those breaths, cocooned there in all of the security that night had plus the gentle steady beat of trust.

The room looked the same, but the people in it pulsed with glowing strands of power, golden and red and violet, like threads of starlight woven through their souls. “I… I see it,” she whispered, stunned. “Good,” Koa said gently. “Now guide us.” Chelsea turned toward the center of the circle and raised her free hand. Her other remained gripped tightly with Ben’s. She didn’t know how she knew what to do—but she knew. With a steady breath, she placed her hand on the floor, palm down. A ripple spread outward from her touch, silvery and shimmering, like the surface of a pond struck by moonlight. It passed through each person in the circle, connecting them deeper than flesh—spirit to spirit, soul

A piece of the glass pierced his palm, and blood dropped on the kitchen floor. The shocking thing wasn’t that he was bleeding. It was the fact that I was bleeding as well. I had a cut in my palm exactly where the glass pierced his own. Tiffany stared at both of us with her mouth agape. We stood 8 feet apart but shared the same wound from a single cut In his hand. We stared at each other in shock, and I perceived that Ashley might have an identical cut on her palm without knowing where it came from. I wondered whether Mr. Gordon intended to bind us in that manner. But whatever his intention might’ve been, he succeeded in not only giving us the werewolf healing abilities that healed the cut in