Souls Unfractured Novels & Stories

And noticing something strange in his eyes, Adelard said, "I don't want to drink anything." "You are sad, so let me help you," Andrew said and pulled his chair closer to him. Adelard's heart began to race and Celeste appeared before his eyes. "I think it's time for me to go," he said and this time he was able to escape. What next? Suzanne's death, this big city that looked at him with big eyes and its secrets that were tired of being forgotten. Running away was impossible. Running away from himself all the more so. The voices in his head were louder than Adelard thought. They were so loud that he didn't hear the sound of a car engine, the stomping of horses' hooves, and the next moment, unex

It was a force that fused unholy energy, grudges, and lethal intent into one. Yet her gaze did not waver. "The Soul-Locking Evil Manifestation is dismantled. You've lost your chance." "Chance?" Nunzio raised a brow and waved his hand. The old tree beside him shuddered violently. Despite being withered and dead, dark markings slowly surfaced along its bark—identical to the manifestation markings he had touched earlier. "Do you think destroying the unholy spring is enough to win?" A dull hum echoed throughout the Soul Lock Grove. It was completely different from the sound the manifestation had made earlier.

Still herself—but sharpened. Stacy reached into her hoodie and pulled out the journal. Elira’s journal. “I reread this during the eclipse,” she said, handing it to Rachel. “There’s something weird in the last entry.” Rachel took the book, flipping to the final page. She’d avoided reading too much of it before. The words had felt too heavy, too close. But now they felt like something she could finally face. Stacy pointed. “That sentence.” Rachel read it aloud: *“When the soul fractures, it does not split—it reflects.”*

"Asking... asking to be born. But... they were never born." The spirit hovered in silence for a moment. "Fragments of lost souls. Echoes of what could have been. When the fissure opened, the unborn found cracks through which to scream." Aurora began to cry. Not because of the voices—but because she recognized them. "They are mine," she whispered. "The ones I could never have..." Cael wrapped his arms around her. His heart beat strongly, each beat trying to remind Aurora of the present, of reality. "She is weakening," said the spirit. "The internal division accelerates. The key must be protected, or... it will break."

I ask Matilda, smiling softly. Awww, is this true love? "I-i...I don't know." I stutter out. I quickly wore all my clothing on and sat on the floor thinking. What if he's our second chance soulmate? Matilda asks and shook my head in disbelief. "That can't be though. That's rare for any wolf to earn that." I explain. Which was all true in my world. Barely anyone can escape from their mates. Even if it's from force. I'm pretty sure we do, even after we have been through

When she had first bound her power to her bloodline, she had not only passed on strength or instinct, but she had fractured her own soul, splitting it into living fragments that implanted themselves within her descendants, generation after generation. Each fragment carried a sliver of her consciousness; memories, rage, will, and the primal hunger that had once shaped her. ‘Unfinished business is to be carried forward. What’s not a seal needs to be sealed with the seal key.’ As I read those words, I realized something. Through this bond, Sheila never truly died, but multiplied. Yet soul fragments, no matter how carefully bound, distorted the natural balance. They resonated on a frequency that

Cristian thought that he would go crazy when he saw the inert body of his partner on the floor covered in blood. His body vibrated so painfully that the wolf stepped outside. Tearing at his clothes on the way he ran in the direction of the man who had hurt his wife, his soul mate, his half, the person he had waited so long for. The anger, the pain, the hatred; A mixture of overwhelmed feelings clouded all sanity, leading him into the abyss of revenge.

Vital Orange answered simply. “Soul-bound?” the seductive woman tilted her head cutely as she mentioned the term that was knew to her. “Yes, Soul-bound,” Vital Orange sighed and began to explain. “It is said in the legends that if one could understood the soul, they would be able to rule over themselves. These very legends theorized that no matter how powerful we get, our souls are inherently shackled and hence we cannot display the full abilities of our levels. In effect, we only get to reveal about 70- 80% of the power available to us. Some geniuses are able to unleash 85% but we never reveal our true potential. It is believed that the last 10% is miles beyond the prior 90%, and only by un

But the words that came out of that mouth didn't change, like some kind of curse: "Ethereal Lumin Hold won't end well, and you'll be abandoned by everyone, with no place for your soul to return to." The person under the dragon's claw seemed to turn into a puppet. Amelia just squinted her eyes for a second, then suddenly looked up: "He sent out a soul fragment." "Split soul?" Heir Fisher, who was following him, looked shocked. "There's no way something like a split soul could exist in Solaris Hold." This was some kind of crooked trick! Amelia glanced at him. "Your master could raise Nether Spawn here, so why would splitting a soul be impossible."

He regarded the old man, who seemed to believe himself powerful, but Adrian was unwilling to compromise. Winds howled, and everything shook violently as a terrifying force surged, causing the very fabric of reality to fracture. At that moment, Adrian grimaced, filled with astonishment as he realized that the old man's soul power had unexpectedly dispersed. In a heartbeat, it felt as if everything around him was being crushed.