Tethered Souls Novels & Stories

I ask. As Adam composes himself and approaches, his trembling hand clasping my waist reveals the struggle within him. It's not merely a physical tremor, but a manifestation of the turmoil in his soul. I sense the weight of his past bearing down on him, an unwelcome guest crashing into the delicate balance he's been striving to maintain. In his touch, I feel the echoes of history, the ghosts of his past haunting him. This moment is a confrontation, not just with me or our surroundings, but with himself—a stark reminder of the journey he's undertaken to leave behind the shadows that once engulfed him.

Knowing my brother, he just wanted it to be a surprise, or he wanted it to be mysterious for no particular reason. Lyle didn’t shut up about it, saying it was the most beautiful thing she had ever felt. She explained it to me in detail, and I don’t feel any of what she mentioned, aside from my wolf yelling at me that Lucas Quinn is my mate. “But that’s… that’s just impossible, Tori. Are you sure?” “Yes. I’m certain. I know he is somehow connected to me, but only because my wolf wouldn’t shut up about it. Other than that, nothing. Just a casual, irritating meeting with an irritating alpha.”

“We would only be able to communicate through our minds. We will be alive but no motion or speech until our Core merges and becomes one. This state is the most crucial process. And we can easily be trapped in our minds if it's a more beautiful world to our subconscious than reality.” I sighed deeply and a small frown settled on my face. Another illusion test. Then he lifted the third. A tiny coil of black thread. At first, it looked ordinary until it shifted, catching the rays of light from the stars. Tiny sparkles glowed inside it, like fragments of constellations trapped in silk. “This,” he said, rubbing it gently between his fingers, “is called a soul-thread. It binds our intention. It ma

Cain caught her instantly, arms locked around her waist. Morgan seized the tether with a snatching motion then recoiled as it burned his palm. “It’s anchored deeper than I thought,” he hissed. “They tied it to her soul-thread.” Serai convulsed. The tether thickened, splitting into rapid, thorned branches that crawled up her neck and down her arms. Her scream broke into a sobbing choke. Avi’s Circle roared. BREAK IT. Avi unintentionally echoed the command aloud. “Break it!”

That terror truly pierced the god’s soul; the closer Xiao Chen got, the more clearly the god could feel the dread emanating from Xiao Chen’s hand. That terrifying sensation made the divine soul even more frightened; it wanted to flee, but Xiao Chen, realizing the divine soul’s intention, spoke briefly, and terrifying black chains emerged from the sea of souls, instantly binding the divine soul above his own sea of souls. Once bound, the divine soul begged for mercy and pleaded with Xiao Chen to release it, but Xiao Chen was clearly not the kind of person who would simply let go of a divine soul that had initially sought to take over his body.

"We have to 'Kill' the thing that saved us." This led to the "Sovereign-Grief." The Wild-Tether was the symbol of the "Three-Worlds" unity. It was the only thing that connected the "Martians," the "Sovereigns," and the "Amethyst-Caste." To destroy it was to "Isolate" the human race once again—to return to the "Silence" of the Detroit ruins, but this time, without the hope of the stars. "If we drop the Tether, we lose the 'Martian-Link,'" Avery whispered. "We lose the 'Orbital-Gardens.' We go back to being 'Planetary-Prisoners.'"

I groaned in frustration, grappling with the pain and confusion. The pain reached a crescendo, and in a desperate bid for relief, I released it. The pent-up power surged outward, the sheer force toppling trees in its wake before enveloping me in a shimmering fog. I shut my eyes against the flood of memories carried by the fog, but resistance was futile. I was transported once more, this time into the Alpha's mate.

Chesterfield put one on my face before they injected both of us with a blue liquid I couldn't recognize. I felt my heart rate reduce and my lungs thicken as blood left my body through the tube on my left hand and passed through the original Yarikh’s box to enter Anthony Gordon's body from the tube on his right hand. My lips quivered as I struggled to keep my eyes open. But it was pointless. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was the original Yarikh’s box glowing and releasing a red vapor, which made the other boxes glow. “Abby! Abby, can you hear me… ABBY!!”

The snake said. She slithered to a wall and placed her hand somewhere on it. The wall opened upwardly and behind it were the souls of my friends. Pablo and Freddy. Shock seized near and I was breathless for some seconds before the snake started to speak again. "Breath taking isn't it?" The snake said. Linda and Diana were as shocked as I was and couldn't stop staring. The souls of our friends were whaling in pain as if being tortured by something. "You monster!" I shouted at the snake.

And damn, they were beautiful as they swayed in the morning light. He pushed forward on a telepathic level to get past those defenses, reaching for Galene's distracted mind. Look up. Angel. Stop sketching. Stop singing. Please. See me and release me. Her spores reacted, darting at their prey, and Stralath braced himself for viperous contact.