The Untethered Soul Audiobook นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body. Is this it? I am a devil? The fact that the words of the Holy Bible is slashing my flesh like knives and the holy water like acid burning through my flesh are evidence enough that I have finally lost my last straw of humanity. I tried to hold on to it, for the sake of one last chance on earth, to feel human, to feel loved and to belong, but this, this is not me. I am no longer Hannah, I am the devil himself. My heart is aching not because of the torture the priest is subjecting me to, but because of the hurt I feel, as I feel my last chance to have a happy normal life, slipping away from me.

He was going to die on the bus and that made him so weak he didn’t care about anything else when he decided to reach out and contact his soulmate. “I think I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die on this bus, I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe “. Finn mumbled breathlessly. He couldn’t even control his thoughts anymore, something was breaking in him. “Oh my God, relax, it’s okay, you are fine, just listen to me”. His soulmate responded sounding a little frantic. Finn focused more on the lowness of the voice speaking to him and how good it felt, how it allowed him to loosen his grip on the seat a little bit, breathe a little better.

I wrapped my hand around the shaft and began to pump but he grabbed my hand and held it above my head, continuing to pleasure me with the other hand. “Inside…. now” I managed to whimper and he didn’t need me to ask twice. He removed his fingers and swiftly plunged himself deep inside me. He continued to massage my bud as he thrust in and out with perfect rhythm. Our bodies and souls forming their complete connection. Just as we both bordered on our climax an audible crack echoed through the chamber, signifying that our tether was complete. All the fibres of our souls had interwoven and combined, rendering us soul-bound for life.

Stralath hummed a human song as the elevator slid below ground, and Cleona shot him a strange look which he ignored. He liked earthling music which showed creativity and spirit. He'd stayed up late scrolling the internet and uploaded an extensive playlist to the "insight device" attached to his skull. Coco cleared her throat, and he reluctantly tapped the disc behind his ear, shutting off the rhythmic sound waves rolling through his mind. "The fisheri won't talk, and we've tried everything short of torture." Coco rocked back on her heels.

His lips parted as he started to murmur a spell. That black tattoo started to move and soon left his skin. The demonic Eagle was flapping his massive black flame wings in front of his face. "Fetch chaos where not much demolition can be held out and don't annihilate. Send signals if the soulmate comes." He ordered his pet. His voice was gravelly and sluggish. His pet heightened up in the ear and with that, it flew away. Evandros took out his handkerchief from inside his robe and wrapped it around his face. He passed one last glimpse at the back of the manor before clambering off the huge walls of the manor and strolling down the empty streets.

🕊️ Continuing into Part 65—five chapters from seventy, and the threads are glowing. In this chapter, sound becomes seed. Inspired by Ren’s echo installation, a podcaster from Manila reaches out with a proposal: to turn these quiet recordings into a new kind of series—not for fame, but for healing. What blooms is a podcast built not on stories, but on breath. The message arrived with a recording attached. Just breathing. One minute. Soft inhales. A slow exhale.

She was still nervous at the end of the day, even though her fiancee was still unconscious. Aurora dug her nails into her sweaty palms and told herself repeatedly, "Don't freak out. He's in a vegetative state. He's not going to bite you." However, Aurora was stunned upon entering the VIP hospital room. The man in scrubs was leaning against the headboard, a book in hand. He was supposed to be in a vegetative state, yet there he was, moving, sitting upright, and reading.

Inside, the room remained eerily silent. Finally, it hit him—something was wrong. No matter how furious I had been before, I had never shut him out like this. That was, unless his worst fear had come to life. With trembling hands, he pushed the door open. The room was empty. Everything looked in order, except for the suitcase tucked away in the corner. As Carter opened it, his face drained of color. A heavy, sinking feeling settled in his chest. Deep down, he couldn't bring himself to accept the brutal truth. He had always been convinced that I would never walk away. But before him, the suitcase lay wide open, containing only my everyday clothes.

Olivia’s breath caught. Her vision blurred. Her knees buckled, And right before she hit the floor, A second heartbeat pulsed inside her. Then a third. Then a fourth. Her stomach tightened painfully as the air exploded with energy. The last thing she heard was the unified whisper of countless souls, “The vessel awakens.” The unborn child pulses with multiple heartbeats, each one belonging to a different Bloodbound soul waiting to be reborn…

I could feel it through the tether of memory, fast and uneven, the rhythm of someone trying not to break. “I will send you,” he continued, voice softening in a way that made it worse, “on the path to a body worthy of my son, should your souls ever meet again in the next life.” His hand lifted, fingers like talons, hovering inches from her face. “And in return, I want you to—” Static. The world shattered. The image fractured into chaos, shards of sound and light spinning out of reach. The floor vanished, the darkness warped into violent bursts of white noise. The sound stuttered and split, a storm of distortion tearing through what had been clear seconds before.