The Untethered Soul Audiobook Novels & Stories

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.

“That vision was your first loosening. The tether stirred. But now… you must choose whether to keep untying it.” I didn’t answer as I tried to focus. The monk crouched beside me and held out a folded cloth. Inside it, an ancient scrap of parchment. A poem. Inked by hand, delicate and worn. He recited it slowly: Chant of the Third Tether; ’Breathe like a flame that remembers its fire, Still as the root that outlasts the spire. Unhook the weight where memory clings, Let silence unfold your spirit’s wings. The soul is a shadow that longs to roam,

Thinking about what he had just heard, he didn't even care about the historical artifact. *** "Friends, the attention has exceeded our expectations. I congratulate you all again. You have worked diligently, this success is yours." "Thank you, sir. We could not have worked with such determination without your guidance and motivation. I am proud of our country." "That's why I chose you as my speaker. You don't need to write first. I like your impromptu speech. You talk and I'll do a short interview." "Easy, sir." Hande started talking to her teammates while happily looking behind her teacher. While everyone was dispersing one by one, Hande went to the necklace found again. He was distracted

Not like this, at least! I hated them for spinning lies around me, for stealing my name and my work. If I had a chance at life again, I would never let them get away with it. I would make them pay. Suddenly, a beam of light broke through. I realized the restraints binding me had been undone. I closed my eyes, letting the sunlight wash over me, that faint warmth giving me a thread of comfort. When I opened them again, a familiar face filled my vision. His eyes widened, and I could see a red tint gradually climbing into them. "Why are you here, Cassidy?"

"By the way, Senior, there's one more thing I want to ask you." "You want to ask about the Soul-Breaking Pill, don't you?" The old man chuckled. Samuel said, "Yes." The old man patted Samuel on the shoulder. "You'll understand everything when it's time. Remember, do what you want." As soon as he finished speaking, the old man suddenly disappeared in front of Samuel. Then, the whole world began to shake violently again. At this time, in the sky, the old man's voice rose from somewhere, "Child, remember, the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book is the best place for you to cultivate."

I had taken Audrey's hand and started running, it was funny how I thought we had escaped and suddenly she dropped down beside me. Time seemed to slow down as I watched blood seeping out of her head, I just stood there like my brain had gone on lockdown watching as she died. All I knew was that I was suddenly pulled into a car and later I found myself at the institution again but I still couldn't focus on anything apart from the fact that Audrey was dead just like I took people's lives, she was taken from me. -- "What do you think is wrong with her? She gets like this after a mission and it's getting worse".

Who knows who was trying to eavesdrop? She took a shot and looked me dead in the eyes, “You know I’m good at hiding secrets, but not to Ruis. If you forget, we’re bonded and deeply bonded to the point that we can hear each other’s thoughts from time to time. I can’t hide it for long, Tori.” I grimaced, “I won’t tell you any secret from now on but that’s not the point. You can just forget about it. You don’t think about it; no secret spilled. Problem solved.”

And she wanted him to overcome this – like how she overcame the traumatic experiences from her past. And she felt that burning sensation creeping into her system… until everything went black. *** POV: Denvereaux Thorne “No! Denver! Wake up! Denver!” He could hear Shea’s voice… but it was just so faint. He tried to open his eyes, but it was just so heavy. Then, his heart began to pound at a faster pace as it suddenly hit him. Something like this had already happened in the past. ‘My inner beast!’ He mentally thought. ‘No!’ He tried to scream at the top of his lungs.

“I was always you.” “And I was constantly scared,” I murmured. “But not anymore.” I let go. Not in her hands. Of myself. My soul unraveled—but not apart. It stretched. It merged. With her. With the gate. With the rips in the world and the breath of every Uncut who longed for truth. I became the seal. Not a prison. A story. And the gate closed. Not slammed. Not sealed with pain. It folded. Gently. Soft as a lullaby. The sort sung by mothers familiar with all the pain and the love that has preceded. The platform dimmed. The sky lightened. And the mountain was still.