The Untethered Soul Audiobook Novels & Stories

She said earlier, if you don't volunteer, outsiders can't proceed to remove a personality. That's it, don't worry about what to do, it won't help anyway. The demon glared at me, chuckling. My world goes round and round. I don't understand. Really don't understand. Not just saying split half, why is there another personality? - I'm not a personality. Nor is it part of the soul. Resentment in the depths of their consciousness has invited me to come. A deep, melodious voice like an ancient theater song resounded.

But we promise to check in every second day. - It’s close to midnight, and we are walking outside. Everyone waits for dad, who is next to me. Mom is nervous, her oldest baby is now old enough to shift, so she is a bit emotional. “Open your mind. Empty it and flow freely.” Dad says. I do as he says, and I feel a strong, powerful soul pressing through to me. I open my mind as dad says and gasps when I feel the soul connect to my own. The next thing I know, I hear a strong dark voice in my head.

Now it was my job to protect all of our kind. VENUS P.O.V... "Now, I know that I can't make you stay, but where's your heart, but where's your heart, but where's your-, and I know there's nothing I can say to change that part, to change that..." My eyes snap open to the alarm on my phone playing my favorite song, Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance. They have been my favorite band for years. "So many bright lights, they cast a shadow, but can I speak?"

Jaxson was yelling but I could not hear anything he was saying. Everyone was trooping into the room but I paid no attention to them. It felt like my soul left my body; I was on the ground, and I didn't respond to whatever they were saying. This was the first time I was experiencing such. For a few minutes, I thought I was dead; I thought I was already in the after life.

The ethereal leaves rustled with celestial whispers, echoing the harmonious frequencies that resonated through the astral dimensions. Victoria and Alexander, now custodians of a luminescent legacy, felt a profound connection to the celestial tapestry. The astral echoes projected by the Arbor of Astral Echoes became a testament to the enduring power of united souls and the transformative potential of astral enlightenment. As they gazed upon the celestial tableau created by their luminescent threads, a sense of fulfillment and purpose infused their united souls, propelling them to explore new astral horizons.

The other voice. “She comes too late. He has chosen.” The water above the altar rippled. Shapes moved through it—vast, skeletal silhouettes of things too large to live. Eyes opened in the walls. The spiral beneath Drift’s feet began to glow. Ashani stepped beside her, his blade igniting in blue flame. “This is a trap.” “No,” Clara whispered. “This is the decision.” ⸻ The Tether She stepped forward slowly, hands raised. “Drift. I know you can hear me. Whatever it’s showing you—whatever peace you think it’s offering—it’s not real. It feeds. That’s all it does. On you. On us.”

The screen went dark, reflecting my pale face. I thought this would be the peak of my pain, the ultimate humiliation he could inflict upon me. But I was wrong. Just as I was about to leave the suffocating room, a violent tremor shot through the depths of my soul. It was a summons to the Soul Nexus. It was also the highest level of mental invitation Aiden could send me. The mate bond grew warm, carrying a rare hint of pleading, trying to soften my rigid nerves.

Perhaps it was for the best. Actually, it was good that they weren't here, as it saved me a lot of trouble. In the last few days I had left, I could quietly erase every trace of myself from this house. 12 days before leaving the country, I burned the little notebook where I had recorded my family's preferences and tastes to ashes. From now on, I would never have to study them so carefully again. Seven days before leaving, I permanently deleted the dozens of gigabytes of rare music resources I had collected for William from my computer.

Inside was a single object, bound in a frost-coated bark, etched with the golden spiral. It pulsed once in his hand and then went still. And the cathedral listened. Kieran opened the book and read out loud: “Those who read this book have already been damned. When you pass through those doors of how you so crave, it shall be your demise in the true self of you. For you shall see it, the thing that is everything.” Kieran gulped as he carried on reading.

I'm a fairly brave person, I am, but sometimes I just didn't wanted to feel the process of recovery all over again. I knew I had to wake up feeling okay in the morning. I would, but it was simply a level of worn-out-ness that hurts. But I knew I wasn't tired physically. It was the mind and soul that needed rest. "Your majesty! Are you even listening?" Of course I wasn't listening. "We'll move next to uh, maybe the land of the dead. Or the fire, hell place you said."