Tethered Souls Novels & Stories

Safe. But deep beneath that peace, I could feel something shifting already. The Tether. The witch. Something ancient beginning to move again because of the connection tied to my mark. “She’s trying to pull me back,” I said quietly. James went still. “What?” I flexed my hand slowly as another pulse of pain spread through the mark. “The Tether,” I murmured. “I can feel it.” A heavy silence settled immediately. Because both of us understood exactly how dangerous that was. The Tether was not just some prison between worlds. It was a nightmare. A place where reality twisted. Where minds broke. Where the witch had once trapped Aluna deep inside her own subconscious.

Elias rode behind me, his hand occasionally touching my shoulder, sending a small pulse of Dawnfire warmth to steady me. "She's not trying to break the tether completely," he said during a brief stop. "If she did, your soul would be expelled from the body. You would become a ghost. She doesn't want that." "What does she want?" I asked, my voice tired. "She wants it loose. Unstable. So that the connection between your soul and the body is… porous. Like a door left open. Then she can reach in and pull pieces out. Memories. Powers. The merged spirit. One piece at a time."

"Sit. This will take a moment, and you need to understand everything before you walk into that canyon." We sat. Perla remained standing, her fingers tracing patterns on the back of the empty chair. "The Mark you share," she began, "is called the Soul Tether in the old texts. It's the rarest and most powerful bond that can exist between wolves. It only manifests when two ancient bloodlines—Lycan and First Blood—come together with true mate compatibility." "We know this already," Ares said impatiently. "Get to the part we don't know." Perla's jaw tightened, but she continued. "The Tether has three stages of power. Most bonded pairs never progress beyond the first stage—basic emotional connecti

“Selene, this could kill you.” She met his gaze, steady. “Then I guess I don’t have a choice.” Ronan let out a low, guttural sound, doubling over. Shadows crawled up his arms, his muscles tightening as Elias’s magic tried to consume him. Selene turned to Varian. “Tell me.” Varian’s expression darkened. “A soul tether is an ancient connection. You have to anchor him—to give him a reason to stay.” “How?” “You pull him back by binding yourself to him.” His jaw tightened. “But if you fail, Elias won’t just take him. He’ll take you too.”

"I can't! I cannot reveal myself or my whereabout because I don't know how to. I was only summoned here for a purpose." "What-" "However, I can only tell you how to bring me back. I was summoned to foretell the history about the prince of darkness and the demon of the night. You need to listen, I don't have much time." "Okay, what do I need to do?" "The prince of darkness traps souls into a suffering cage. That's where I am, but I can't escape unless I'm being released. Otherwise I would remain here as one of the messengers of the earth, till I eventually fade away one day."

"Damn it!" Caleb cursed, hitting his palm against the tiled wall of his bathroom in frustration. The steam and hot water did nothing to ease his mind and the pressures of the past few days are starting to get to him. Sighing heavily, he shut off the water and stepped out into his room. It was a perfect reflection of his mood, the drawn dark curtains and heavy, brown furniture, mimicking his turbulent thoughts. He couldn't shake the guilt that ate at him since Natalia's body was pulled out of the water. It was that guilt that pushed him to keep pressing on her chest, desperately trying to resuscitate her.

“I can't claim your soul as your soul is tethered to Purgatory itself.” This got my attention. “What do you mean?” “Even if you die, I won't be able to tie you to Tartarus. Why do you think you were able to get in and out of Tartarus? Once someone enters Tartarus, their soul is tied to my domain, and they are unable to leave. As for you, once you die, you will simply return to Purgatory. Other than me, only you can wield the Scepter. If anyone else tries, their soul would perish, and they would be trapped in Purgatory until the end of time."

The third wave approached causing the cry of both taking them to the highest peak and dropping them satiated and exhausted. Cristian's member came out when he lowered the knot and turned on his back looking for the air that did not reach his lungs. His companion by his side was the same although plunged into total unconsciousness. His eyes were closing little by little without being able to avoid it, the bond was complete. Now she belonged to him and he belonged to her. He was the happiest wolf in the world. ***

Thomas placed the call on hold and went back into relay what the inside guard had just told him. he placed his palm on the door’s knob and was about to squeeze it open when he heard the load moans coming from inside. He paused and listened to be sure of what he was hearing. The moans kept echoing; he had no option than to leave the door. He didn’t want to do anything that would put him on the bad side of Master Ryan, he didn’t want to end of like Mr. Lee, thrown off to his death.

We unleashed our demons and let them out on to the enemies. We have been trained hard to take over the family business and also the mafia. We have been beaten, we have been starved, we have been shot, we have been broken and we have been thrown into dungeons. But at last, we are out like the most deadly demons and Nicholas is the biggest demon of us all.