Spiritual Connections Novels & Stories

I said. “You being able to come in here is what is creepy. This kind of meeting can only be initiated by me if I do have enough energy to sap in your consciousness, but never did I think it could be reversed but then—” It all struck me at once. The mango juice, the food, and the grasses were added to the making process. “Is this it? The spiritual connection?”

That proved separation was illusion when bonds transcended physical proximity. Professor Cael stood at front of classroom. Ancient. Powerful. Understanding mate bonds through lifetimes of study and personal experience that made him uniquely qualified to teach what most people only theorized about. "True mate bonds," he began, "form when souls recognize each other across lifetimes. When divine design creates connections that transcend individual incarnations. When goddess herself blesses union that serves purposes beyond personal fulfillment or magical enhancement." He gestured. Magical demonstration manifested. Visual representation of how bonds formed. How souls connected. How divine will c

Was I setting myself up for more pain, or was this the first step toward something that might actually help us all survive what was coming? I returned to bed, but sleep eluded me. My thoughts kept circling back to the five elemental connections I'd identified. Fire, earth, air, water, and spirit. Declan, Peter, Francis, Nelson, and Seth. Five men who had been my tormentors and were now supposedly essential to my survival. Five men I was expected to form intimate bonds with when I could barely tolerate being in the same room with most of them. When I finally drifted off, my dreams were a confused jumble of elemental symbols and shadowy threats. The spirit woman appeared briefly, nodding in ap

Not the fact that we are in my home with my parents a few rooms away, possibly hearing every sound we make despite my attempts to muffle my cries against the pillow. Not the fact that our voices are loud into the night, probably disturbing anyone within earshot. Nothing else matters except this beautiful, intoxicating moment that I don't want to end. The connection between us transcends the physical—it's something spiritual, something eternal that binds us together through blood and passion. His rhythm becomes more erratic, his breathing more labored as we both chase that final release. My body responds to his every move as if we were created specifically for each other, two pieces of a cosm

One of them was him forcing a mark on my neck and then abusing the mate-bond. The supernatural connection of a mate-bond, whether it was fated or chosen, could be weaponized. It had been created by the Goddess to connect two souls together. It would tie their lives together while building a bridge together that opened up their minds and emotions to one another. It sounded like a win-win, right? It could be but depended on the person that you were tied to. My parents had an amazing connection, one of love and compassion. They were each other’s best friends, confidants, and biggest supporters.

Wind formed a vortex around me that lifted loose debris into the air. And I wasn’t struggling. Wasn’t fighting for control. It flowed naturally, like breathing, like the power had always been mine and I was just now remembering how to use it. I focused, extending my awareness beyond the physical. And suddenly I could see them, threads of connection between souls, glowing lines that linked people together. I could see the pack bond between Marcus and the memory of his lost love, could see the magical ties that connected Joan to her witch lineage though she wasn't in the basement with us, could even see the cords that linked me to my children upstairs.

“They were bridges.” The room seemed to tighten. “Between what?” I asked quietly. His answer came without hesitation. “Between wolves… and the divine.” The words sent a cold shiver through me. The Moon Goddess. The prophecy. The voices. “They could hear more than thoughts,” he continued. “They could feel intention… influence connection… and in rare cases—” He stopped. Ronan’s voice sharpened. “In rare cases what?” The High Elder didn’t look away from me. “They could touch the spiritual fabric of the bond itself.”

"You feel it? The connection." I nod, unable to speak. Tears prick behind my closed eyelids. "This is what we are," he continues, his thumb stroking gently over my sternum. "Beyond the physical. Beyond the claiming and the marking and the knotting. This is the bond. The real bond. Soul to soul."

Even though she's a normal human… she can survive. 'But… what does it mean to have a soul connection and injure that connection? I and Burdak are already mated.. does that mean we are linked? And who did the destroying bonds' part? I? Or he? So he also feels the same pain?' All these thoughts kept flooding Randu's mind, she still doesn't really understand what the goddess and all the soul connections meant. She is touched again on the head, a touch of affection, like a mother to her child. It is as if with a touch the goddess wanted to erase the sadness and difficulties of her life.

Especially to the soul that is full of hatred. “If you are thinking twice I know that you are and I understand because it is not a joke to talk to the spirit that is full of hatred” She started. “I will help you condition yourself… your mind, your emotion and even your spiritual connection to the divine… because all of them are connected to each other… if your mind is weak because your spiritual relationship to the divine is weak… your heart will be weak too” She continued while staring at me and I was silently listening to her.