Souls Touching Novels & Stories

"With you. If we're going to help these people understand bonds, they need to see what love looks like." "They might not understand," I warned. "Then we teach them." He moved closer, and even fragmented, even distributed across multiple states, I felt him. Felt the pull. Felt the connection that transcended presence and absence, singular and plural, here and elsewhere. His hand reached for mine. Our fingers met. And even though we were both partly somewhere else, partly scattered, partly plural—the touch was real. Solid. Warm. "I've missed this," I whispered. "Actually touching you. Not just feeling you through spaces-between."

In the Underworld, no one lifts a finger unless they want something; usually, it’s your soul. I grab white sweats and a black tank, flexing experimentally. As I head to the bathroom, a ripple of something brushes against me, a whisper of a call, like someone reaching for me through the veil. I freeze, eyes narrowing. "What was that?" Zor shrugs nonchalantly. "Probably nothing. Emotions hit differently now. You’ll get used to it." Still uneasy, I step into the shower, turn the water on, and test its heat. Steam coils around me, and as I strip, I finally see myself.

A fresh wave of pain crashed over me, and I felt sick to my stomach at the thought of the love I had once given so willingly. Carter came over with a tissue and gently wiped the tears from my face. I took it and clenched it tightly in my hand. I thanked my lucky stars that I had made it back alive. Otherwise, Miles would have gotten away with this deception for the rest of his life.

She'll never cry again, I know it. She approaches and places a light hand on my shoulder. Louise — You did the right thing. I close my eyes. This touch goes through me, consumes me. We remain there, two extinguished souls, facing the immensity of the void. There's nothing left. No more threads to hold. No more attachments. Perhaps finally... we can stop struggling. Louise

Now the desperation filled his voice. This bond everyone talks about. Did I feel it? Surely it can't be by touch and sight. There would have to be more. How could he be sure? Sebastian read my mind as he spoke. "Humans may not be able to reach inside the soul as we can, but the touch, the undoubted desire to be pulled into my embrace, has been there, has it not?" Sebastian pulled the hair he had wrapped around his fingers, giving him the perfect view of my neck. He eyed it lustfully, his throat swallowing his spit and venom.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

A lowly Omega? I've heard of imprinting before, could that be what just happened...? It's a rare phenomenon, from what I understand. Something that happens when two wolf soul mates meet. Could it be? Is it possible? Or is it just my imagination? I'm so confused. My head is all over the place. "Hannah," my friend Sarah whispers. I look up to see everyone is beginning to file inside. "Come on," she says, beckoning. I hurry to catch up to them, eager to see the Alpha who has made my whole body tremble with need again.

He was not ready to let go of that hope of bonding her with him for the rest of their lives. Leaving her wrist, he trailed his hand down towards her palm and then slowly laced his fingers with hers. Aniya felt a tug in her heart at his action. He had touched her countless times and every inch of her skin but this touch of his was feeling different. It was not filled with his lust and madness for her because this touch of his was something which her soul was capable of feeling and not only just her body. His touch was feeling sinless for the very first time.

His eyes flicker to me, like he thinks I’m the only one that will understand the gravity of the situation as he continues, “Or they could try to inhabit someone else’s body.” I press my lips together, taking in his words trying to think of a solution, and I look back at the chamber and glance towards Magnolia. She’s standing only a couple of inches away from it not even looking at it right now. The souls aren’t drawn to her the same way they were when I touched the glass, what would happen if she touched the glass? Would they be drawn to her too? But then, I notice it. There’s one soul, not moving the way the rest of them are. One that is trying to stay near Magnolia. She moves to pace again

Too close for Daylen to feel his breath on his skin but not close enough for their bodies to touch. "Are you so scared to be touched by me?" Syvan asked. Daylen locked eyes with him. Daylen didn't know what it was Syvan's eyes. It looked like disappointment and a hint of sadness. Daylen's heart squeezed in pain. His resistance caused Syvan to be sad and in turn that made Daylen sad. His feelings affected the magic oozing out of his hands stopping the force keeping Syvan in the air.