Souls Unfractured Novels & Stories

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.

His eyes were fixed on the glass he’s holding, it’s almost as if he’s watching the liquor dance as he moves it. “Of course I was mad. A part of me resented her because she betrayed me for another man. She made me question my worth, she hurt me in ways no one could,” His jaw clenched harshly. “But I can’t do anything about it, Ellyse. Love will never be enough if trust is broken. Maybe a part of me wanted her to beg, to tell me that it was only a mistake she’ll never commit again. But she didn’t. And that in itself already spoke volumes to me,” Riden placed his glass down, clasped his fingers together before looking at her.

Dust streamed in from the cracks in the ceiling, the wooden beams above groaning under the force of what seemed like a hundred wolves, the air thickened, charged like the moment before a storm breaks. I couldn’t breathe, every instinct in my body screamed the same thing-Run! Yet I couldn’t move. The traveller paced around the room, his movements controlled, yet restless. “That’s not possible,” he yelled, “he shouldn’t be here now, not this soon…” Another impact hit, this time, closer, causing the entire structure to lurch violently to one side, the far wall cracked, jagged lines racing towards the ceiling.

The truth was more complicated than they thought. There were three groups in the Unbroken Network. The first group was called the Purists. These people really believed in the Unbroken; they thought that the Architect's falling was a thing, that being broken was special and that the hole between worlds was a temple that should never be fixed. They were not many but they were very committed they would do anything to keep the universe broken. Mira told them that the Purists almost destroyed themselves three hundred years ago. Their leader, who was called the First Fracture, thought that the hole between worlds was alive and could talk to them.

"I had only read about it in the oldest and most secret books. It is not a fraud. It is a *unraveling.* "Is it possible to undo it?" My voice was hoarse and desperate. I needed the answer to be yes. I needed it more than I needed to breathe. I wanted to scream because Miranda's look was full of pity. "The texts talked about it as a final state. A point of no return. The soul is not broken; it is... erased. The link to life, feelings, and the very fabric of existence is broken.

Such soul fragments could be absorbed by anybody and had no side effects. Under normal circumstances, a person’s soul would be destroyed if that person was killed. All the memories would turn into ashes and disappear from this world. However, after practicing the Soul Secret Skill, the powerful members of the Divine Void Clan became soul fragments after their death and gathered to become hexagon crystals. They were summoned by the soul-gathering crystals and became soul fragments stored in the soul-gathering crystals that could be absorbed by anybody!

“Our souls don’t break.” “What?” I scoff, “What the hell are you talking about? You have made it quite clear that they do. You have said that too many cracks can tear someone apart, like what almost happened to Neah.” “Hunters,” he sighs. “A Hunter’s soul doesn’t break.” “How is that even possible?” “It’s the way we are born. Maybe it is why I can see souls so well,” he shrugs. I look over at his glass. He has only had a tiny bit of brandy and slowly swills the liquid around the glass.

“What did you just—?” But he didn’t finish. Because the silence broke. Not gently. Violently. A crack tore through the nearest revenant giant—not a collapse, but a splitting. Bone split down the center, ribs wrenching apart like jaws. Frost burst outward in jagged shards. The thing didn’t fall. It fractured. Then—screamed. Not with its own voice, but with hundreds layered together, a chorus of trapped souls twisting into one monstrous shriek. Cassian stumbled back. “Okay—NOPE. That is absolutely worse than before.”

Dark energy crackles, lashing out. Get down! Kieran’s voice, useless and frantic, but the instinct is mine. I throw myself sideways. The corrupted earth where I stood explodes. Chunks of blighted soil rain down. The backlash hits the corrupted form. A shriek, unearthly, agonized. The carefully constructed body… fractures . Mossy skin splits, revealing writhing darkness beneath. Glowing veins rupture, spilling sickly light like pus. It stumbles back, clutching at its chest, howling. Not pain. Rage. Betrayal.

Soul fracturing—a black magic so evil that it would tear a man in twain, slaying not just their body, but their soul. "Who else is carrying out this act?" she breathed, the words themselves causing a shiver to go down her spine. "I don't know," Vladimir snapped, his jaw muscles flexed. "But somebody is. And they're doing something using some kind of magic that's greater than control. It's… it's like they're attempting to put souls away entirely." "Put souls away?" Emereah repeated, her head moving back and forth. "That's…" "Impossible?" Vladimir summarized for her. "No longer. Greater than Morgane. Greater than the war we believed we knew. Someone else is playing a game with forces beyond o