Tethered Souls Novels & Stories

"When will we know it’s safe to touch her without destroying her?" "When she chooses us," I said, with a certainty that burned. "Only then." He watched as I took his place. As I kissed her. As I felt what he had felt. Her light was a fire, and we only knew darkness. And yet… she didn’t burn us. She revealed us. She made us vulnerable. The bond had already begun. Not in flesh. Not in blood. In the soul. And that union… was irrevocable.

I had been at peace with my end; now, every sacrifice and every ounce of suffering felt wasted. I could still feel Malachi’s wildness ravaging him nights ago, the pain even more excruciating than before. Through our soul bond, I felt every snap of his bones and every agonizing restructuring of his limbs as if they were my own. My screams had become a perfect, horrific harmony with his. "She is the linchpin between worlds now," the spirit continued. "An abomination of both the underworld and the mortal realm." "You mean we can transcend through her? Through the anchor?" another asked, its voice rising in desperate hope.

Leo whispered, "than a puppet." ​The Inner Scavenge ​Kael stepped toward the pedestal. The "Surgical Muting" wasn't a mechanical process; it was a psychic amputation. He had to enter the Aegis’s frequency space, find the specific "tether" that connected Haida Gwaii to the global Chorus, and sever it with the only thing Cyrus couldn't simulate: pure, unrefined human grief. ​He pressed his palms against the vibrating glass of the sphere. ​The world vanished.

He was rewriting the memory with the last of his soul. My heartbeat staggered—two beats of a dead drum. My throat locked. For a pulse that lasted longer than a breath, my iron veil pulverized. I felt Kael's soul fully transfer into the chain, the silver links glowing with a visceral, white-hot brilliance. The 1.5-meter tether was no longer a curse; it was a living guardian. "Aria..." Kael's voice whispered through the chain, a ghost of a King's decree. "I know I deserve the dark... but thank you for keeping him... thank you for the fire..."

“It’s real, isn’t it?” She stepped back like she needed distance just to breathe. “That’s not just a bond mark, Jeramiah. That’s the Soulclaw. The prophecy. The tether that binds not just mates, but realms.” “I didn’t feel it happen. She didn’t either. She was unconscious. But it’s there. It’s hers.”

“There’s no soul tether, Māmā. Nothing.” “Impossible.” Her mother’s voice was a whisper, her face twisted in confusion. “The soul tether… it’s the very essence of finding your mate. It’s a bond that can’t be broken. Did you at least tell him your name?” Her mother’s hand stroked her hair, but her words carried a faint accusation, like somehow Channary had forgotten the rules.

"Here. I found something about tethered souls. Says when a marked wolf forms a deep bond with a human, their souls can become tethered. Connected across distance and time. The human becomes vulnerable to supernatural threats but also gains some protection through the connection." "So it's both bad and good." "Basically. The tether makes them a target. But it also means you'd sense if something happened to them. You could potentially help from a distance." Luna thought about the dream. Miguel's warnings. The way he'd known exactly what she was facing. "He knew about the challenge. About the creature. Things he shouldn't know unless he was connected to me someho

I scanned the script, my eyes racing past sketches of broken bonds and twisted souls until I finally found it. The Spirit Anchor of the False Ruler. My breath hitched. “There you are.” The text began to shimmer, the ink moving. *To kill someone who cannot die, you must destroy what keeps them alive. Elias is not a god; he is a parasite tied to the veil itself. His life is held in place by a Soul Tether behind his chest, protected by the obsession that fuels him.* I read further, my heart hammering against my ribs. *The tether cannot be broken by steel or claw. It can only be severed by a weapon forged from two opposites: the tears of the Moon Goddess and the blood of his true mate’s lineage.

Hopefully, he would not think it was lame. He placed a tender kiss on my forehead once he pulled away from my lips. Then he waited with eager anticipation of what I had planned. “Dante and Byron, you aren’t just my mates because you quickly and effortlessly became my everything. Fae lifetimes are longer than many species. I’ve seen and done many things in my life, but there had always been something missing even if I had no idea what it was or where to find it. That was until you came into my life, and I realized it was the two of you that had been missing. There is an old Fae custom called a Soul Tether. It shares my soul with you and vice versa. It irrevocably cements our bond and fortifie

He doesn't look like he's willing to say more, and I know better than to prod. “I will be returning home now; maybe I can find clues as to where she is.” “Veronica shall only be found if she wants to be.” “Why do you say that?” “Because she's my tether. A spiritual one.” “What?” My mouth falls open at the revelation. Zephyr doesn't look at all perturbed by my obvious shock. Tethers are often spiritual guardians who protect the lives of the people they've been fated to. Tethers are usually rare and only exist to abate the tragic deaths of people who would have made a major difference in the world had they lived long enough.