Souls Unfractured Novels & Stories

Everything disappeared from my sight, leaving only blinding white light, which scorched my eyes. ‘’You are being punished for playing with the power which should never be in human hands. Your hun* souls will be cursed, and you won’t be able to find peace. You will be cursed to repeat your miserable life while the other parts of your soul die in great misfortune unable to find happiness both in life and death.’’ The dread coming from these words was enough to make me forget the horrible pain. This sounded so familiar but, at the same time, so strange. I didn’t have time to think, though. The pain slowly disappeared together with the lighting, and somebody’s voice was floating in my mind.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

All he could do was run, pouring out his frustration. In the stillness of the night, he looked completely unhinged. Eventually, he collapsed at the side of the road, his breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. Again and again, he dialed my number. But as expected, all he heard was the same cold, mechanical voice. The phone number he once knew by heart was already out of service. I had snapped my SIM card in half and tossed it into the trash the day before he left. By then, I was already on the plane, soaring toward freedom.

It is like two souls occupying one body, or…’ ‘Or what?’ I pressed. ‘Or one soul that has been fractured and reprogrammed,’ Eryndra finished grimly. ‘The medical file Joan found ‘personality fragmentation proceeding as planned’, that is not simple mind control, little wolf. That is something far more insidious. They have taken Astrid’s soul and rewritten parts of it. I think it had made her loyal to their cause while keeping enough of her original self intact that Marcus would never suspect.’ My hand tightened on the pendant. “Can it be undone?”

Lucas smiled and found it interesting that Aruna still had emotions despite being a zombie. Without thinking too much, Lucas placed Aruna in System Space. Subsequently, he activateed the Soul Summoning Flag. Ding! "Activating the Soul Summoning Flag:" "10%... 30%... 60%... 100%." "Successfully activated the Soul Summoning Flag." Following the System’s notification, Aruna's fragments of soul appeared before Lucas. Stella looked at the scene before her, and she was utterly flabbergasted. "How… how is this even possible?"

My hair turned a blinding, crystalline white, and my eyes—once hazel—became twin voids of violet starlight. “Killian!” I roared, the resonance of my voice shattering the glass-rimed wagons. “You wanted the Sovereign? Come and see her!” I lunged toward the third wagon, not as a wolf, and not as a woman, but as a living shard of the Winter. As I touched my mother’s brow, the world turned white. The Fracture was complete. I had saved the souls, but I had broken the anchor. And as the darkness claimed me, the last thing I felt was the silence—not the Silence of the Mastery, but the cold, absolute silence of a heart that had finally stopped feeling the heat.

“His... Soul Stone has cracked.” Instantly, those who were present were left petrified. They felt as though their hearts had cracked.

It was only by the time she had completely broken all his fingers and was moving back to his teeth that he finally began singing like a canary. "Men." Summer said afterwards turning to leave. "Take care of him." The men nodded in response and began cracking their knuckles as they closed in on a now frantic Jared. Exhausted and feeling numb Summer paid absolutely no heed to the man's pain filled screams or the sounds of bones Snapping behind her. Instead she simply headed out to find Michael so she could tell him exactly what she had discovered.

"Impossible! That's utterly impossible! We've got so many doctors in the institute, and this is just a simple renal transplant. You'll just sleep through the whole thing. Oh, go ahead and take the medicine already. Be good!" I kept silent and merely turned away with my mouth tightly shut. My noncompliance enraged Miles, and he was visibly upset. He smashed the glass of water on the ground, his gaze on me menacing. "You're nothing but an invalid now, Cassidy. Without me, you'd be lying on your back, popping out kids for someone else. I don't care whether or not you've regained your memories, but you're taking the medicine!" I clutched my wrist, now bleeding from being cut by a shard of glass.

I was busier than ever. Sean, looking a bit put out but ever supportive, and Max, always by my side, helped me juggle it all. Then, one day, I received a call. "Hello, this is Rebecca from the Intangible Heritage Association. Who's speaking?" The breath on the other end of the line was heavy and fast. I checked the caller ID. The call was from Sutton. "Jeffrey, is that you?" There was a brief silence. Then, a voice—rough with effort—came through.