Novel & Cerita Tethered Souls

But when I described the mark on Ella's neck, something shifted behind his eyes. "Soul tethering," he said. "What?" "It's what the old ones called it." He settled back in his chair, lacing his fingers together slowly. "A practiced witch can anchor a thread of herself to another body. Use it as a secondary vessel. Jump in, jump out." He paused. "It hollows the host over time. Like rot working through wood from the inside." My stomach turned. "Can it be reversed?" "It can be forced out." He looked at me steadily. "But it requires the host to fight from within. We can create the conditions. We can weaken the tether from outside. But Ella has to want to come back. She has to push."

My hand clenched Tay’s instinctively, drawing strength from the steadying presence of my mate. Selene's smile deepened, filled with the kind of mystery that could only belong to a deity. “The prophecy you fear has always been misunderstood. It is not an ending, Serenity. It is a transformation. You are the bridge, the Keeper of Balance, and the awakening has given you the power to fulfill it.” The Graeae Sisters moved around us, their shimmering forms weaving in and out of the circle like flowing water. Their chant swelled, resonating in my chest like a second heartbeat.

For some strange reason, my stomach churned but I pushed it aside as I flipped through quickly, scanning and searching for anything that felt familiar. Bonding rituals, hierarchy structures, and even claiming. My breath slowed, then hitched as I found it. A passage, just tucked at the corner, held a title “Rare cases of Dual Tethering” and I stilled. My eyes moved slower now, taking in each word more carefully. The words ‘unstable, often suppressed or corrected’ stared back at me as my fingers tightened against the page. Corrected? What did they mean by that? A second reference appeared further down. This one was more fragmented, and less detailed, but I read through either way.

Pure, psychopathic denial. Without a single word exchanged, we surrounded her lifeless body. I pulled my hunting knife from the snow and sliced my palm open without flinching. Malakai grabbed the blade next, carving a deep gash across his hand. Vane followed, his blood dripping onto the snow beside ours. We slammed our bleeding hands directly over Lilith's stopped heart, and I felt the dark magic surge through me like wildfire. The Soul-Tether. We were tying our three souls permanently to hers.

I could feel it vibrating against my skin, tugging at the marks beneath my collarbone. Aaron’s voice broke through the tension. “You still have time to change your mind.” I smirked faintly. “When have I ever done that?” He sighed, shaking his head. “That’s what worries me.” The Priestess approached, holding a small vial of glowing liquid. “Drink this. It’ll tether your soul to this realm. If something goes wrong, it might pull you back.” I took it without hesitation and swallowed. It burned going down, but the effect was instant—like a cool thread weaving through the storm inside me.

Once inside, he slammed the door and sank against it, his head in his hands. "The Three-Fold Path," Kaelen whispered. "It’s a suicide mission, Sera. It’s a mental and physical gauntlet. It forces the participants to face their darkest memories. In a Tethered bond, we’ll feel each other’s nightmares. If one of us breaks, we both die." He’s scared, Silas’s voice drifted through the room. He’s scared you’ll see what he really did the night he left you. He’s scared you’ll see the blood on his hands.

****okay so last chapter Devon got a little frisky with Jennifer. This chapter is all about her and how her feelings for Jennifer developed. This chapter gives a whole new outlook to Soulmates but that is all I'm saying. You have to read in order to find out... Hehehehe enjoy**** Devon POV junior year of high school...

I said as I meet his eyes and I saw the glint of sadness and loneliness as he smiled at me and then turned around to gather his things. When he took his leave, I sat there looking at Cassidy, and for a moment, I let myself feel the familiar sadness and loneliness. Regretting my decision and wish that I could spend more days with Devon, as me, as Hannah, and not us someone else. Suddenly, I felt my heart aching, Lucy's heart seemed to stop beating. I grabbed the arms of the chair as I gasp for air. I breathe in deeply and I calmed for a bit. "Damn, this body is weak. I need to do something fast." I got my mom's phone from her purse and searched for possession of dead bodies. I was horrified b

“Do you know when it was implanted? How it felt?” I turned to Aries. “How long was I out?” “Just a day,” he replied, squeezing my hand. “Then it’s been three days since they put it in,” I murmured. “It burned... like something crawling under my skin. And then it settled—in the pit of my stomach. But not physically. It was deeper.” Lucy’s expression shifted. “That’s what I thought too.” “What do you mean, Mom?” Aries asked. “This isn’t ordinary magic,” she said, folding her arms. “It’s tethered magic. A parasite. It doesn’t just sit in the body—it attaches to the soul-thread. Drains energy from the source.”

The man who had once been so distant was no longer just a monster in her eyes. He was someone who fought for something greater than himself now. Someone who had come to care for her. And if it came down to it, could she really let him sacrifice himself to stop Varyn? "I’ve read the texts too," Cassia said softly. "I know what it means. The tether isn’t just some physical connection—it’s tied to his very soul. To destroy it… we need to sever his life force from the world. It’s the only way." Lucien’s jaw clenched, his fists balling at his sides. "And you think we can just—"