Tethered Souls Novels & Stories

“I can still feel the pull. Like a fishhook, buried deep. She’s out there. And part of her is still… tethered to me.” That was the unspoken terror. The Morvana-echo hadn’t just possessed her; it had forged a connection. A backdoor. And it was now loose, wearing her face, with all her memories, and an intimate link to the one person who could identify it. I spent the next hours in a feverish study of the grimoire, the silent bond a throbbing ache that fueled my desperation. The section on “Sympathetic Links and Soul-Tethers” was written in a frantic, warning script. It described exactly what Lillian felt—a psychic tether that could not be broken from the victim’s side. It could only be severe

Let’s go. While the city slept, Kelvin Blackwood tore through the streets. He arrived at the warehouse ten minutes later. It was a decaying structure, a relic of a failed industry, much like Dante’s ambitions. Kelvin did not wait for a breach team. He kicked the side door open and stepped into the gloom. The air inside smelled of salt and rust. A single light hung from a chain in the center of the room, illuminating a figure tied to a chair. Kelvin approached, his hand resting on the holster at his hip. As he stepped into the light, he saw the person. It was a woman. She looked older, her face lined with a combination of exhaustion and terror. Her mouth was taped shut.

“And how are you certain the substance was magical?” “Because she lost her wolf,” I said flatly. “And what replaced it wasn’t a shift—it was an emergence. The potion burned through the tether to her original wolf, Stella. That isn’t alchemy. That’s assault against the soul.” A quiet stir moved through the chamber. Even the skeptical ones couldn’t ignore the gravity of that claim.

Finally, Kaelira whispered, “Tell me the truth. What happens to two souls that share one tether?” He swallowed hard. “They either save each other.” A pause. “Or they burn the world.”

He nodded slowly, then laid the tile down next to the others. I looked at it. My unease grew, because it looked like a bullfrog crossed with a man. Oddly enough, it looked like . . . The creature from the Black Lagoon. “The ‘Other’ is Chiao, the Water Demon. According to legend he capsized boats, devoured men, and ravished women. He was . . . different from the Sacred Four.” I cleared my suddenly dry and tight throat. “How?” Mr. Trung tipped his head. “The Four exact a price for attempting to reach the Gateway, but they are sacred, honorable, bearing your essence away to be judged accordingly. Chiao is an Abomination. It consumes your very essence, making you part of it for all eternity.”

And only Nicholas sat tensely in the corner of the living room, sadly remembering past days and dreading future days. To add spice to everything that was going on, thunder began to sing a duet along with Celeste, who had managed to grow wings on her back. The wings behind her back made Adelard doubt that she was human. Suddenly, he felt dizzy again and his vision began to give off different illusions. Celeste's face distorted with pleasure and she, squeezing Adelard's hands, spoke an incomprehensible language, and suddenly he saw before him not her, but someone else. It was the human with Jean's face. His best friend, Jean, was over him and Adelard even felt pain somewhere inside and then te

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.

Solaris lifted a hand—golden light flickering faintly. “A Soul Anchor,” she said. “A bond tethering her to this world strongly enough to pull her back from the drift.” A judge whispered, horrified, “A Soul Anchor is forbidden.” Solaris ignored the judge. Kael stiffened. “What does it mean?” Solaris opened her glowing eyes. “Someone must bind their essence to hers.” Kael froze. Ariadne stumbled back in shock. “Bind? Permanently?” “No,” Solaris said. “Not fully. Not yet. It would be temporary but strong. A lifeline. A call she cannot ignore.”

Her face was resolute, the kind of quiet determination that came from knowing there was no turning back. Behind her, the childlike creature began to hum. No melody, no rhythm — just the sound of time folding in on itself. The others — the faceless one and the one armored in thorns — circled the ritual perimeter, their flickering forms growing more tangible with every heartbeat. Mira whispered, “They’re anchoring themselves.” “To what?” Vesper asked, barely containing his dread. “To her,” Mira replied. “She’s the tether. Her blood binds them now.”

The faint shimmer was back— gold light threading through my skin like veins of molten powders. I remembered how Liam had looked at me. How he use me. How I had trusted him. Aria was right I wasn’t just alive. I was meant to be. I started asking her deeper questions “ Can wolves have more than one life?” “ Yes, but only with anchors.” “ Anchors?” “ people, places or purpose that tether their soul. Yours is still searching.” “ Can someone steal that power?” “Yes,” she said “ if they kill you at the right moment— when your soul is between realms — they can take everything.”