Novel & Cerita The Untethered Soul

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.

And he felt, maybe his previous love will forgive him if it is Sanvika. So he opened the book and looked at the flower. The wind brushed through making it look like the flower will blow off any moment. He took a minute and held the book up the wind. A strong wind blew the flower off. They watched as the wind carried it to the edge of the water. A wave washed it into the sea… A silent moment.

I need solace, A place to call home. A place to curl up and cry, And never have to wipe the tears, Before anyone sees. I need a little more help, But I should be a helper. I'm carrying the weight, Of the universe on my shoulders, And this gets tiring, I just need peace. Curl into a blanket, Let the tears flow. Let it rain, Blood and water, As I'm baptized by the blades, My soul stuck in eternal damnation.

“I can still feel the pull. Like a fishhook, buried deep. She’s out there. And part of her is still… tethered to me.” That was the unspoken terror. The Morvana-echo hadn’t just possessed her; it had forged a connection. A backdoor. And it was now loose, wearing her face, with all her memories, and an intimate link to the one person who could identify it. I spent the next hours in a feverish study of the grimoire, the silent bond a throbbing ache that fueled my desperation. The section on “Sympathetic Links and Soul-Tethers” was written in a frantic, warning script. It described exactly what Lillian felt—a psychic tether that could not be broken from the victim’s side. It could only be severe

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.

No ordinary subordinate could contain even the smallest trace of godhood. That alone was enough. Good. Then it was decided. Brilliant. Patterns resembling delicate moth wings surfaced across my skin before peeling away in drifting strands of light. One by one, they rose into the air, then descended upon the dormant soul, settling over it like a sacred script being inscribed onto reality itself. A luminous halo blossomed outward, enclosing the soul. Within that radiance, it began to stir, trembling as it drew the surrounding essence toward itself, as though calling it home. Matter condensed, rearranged, and unfolded, slowly weaving flesh and bone around the returning spirit.

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…

Binding them. The cost is immediate. Overwhelming. The Unraveler’s torment floods me. Not just pain. The agony of eternal hunger denied. The crushing weight of infinite emptiness. The furious, frozen scream of absolute negation forced to host a symbol of stubborn, fragile life. It’s a tsunami of cosmic despair crashing into my already fragmented mind. I convulse, realm-body buckling. Mountains avalanche. Rivers boil. I am the Unraveler’s prison, and now, I am also its agony. A new, horrific limb of suffering grafted onto my soul.

And then I touched it. 5. The Unnamed Vision The world vanished. I stood in a space of soundless sky. No land. No body. Only awareness. And before me a shape. Not a person. Not a god. Just presence. It had no face. No form. But I knew it saw me. And then it spoke without speaking: “You are the Spiral’s echo. But you do not know its first sound.” “What was the first sound?” I asked. “A choice. Forgotten. Hidden. Burned by truth.”

I said carefully. “There’s a first time for everything,” he winked. “I trust you, Miss Brooks.” And then, gently—like a whisper over the rim of his wineglass—he added, “Don’t feel guilty. Just focus on living a happier life. You’ve already spent enough of it surviving.” Something stirred inside me. Something quiet and aching. For a long time, I thought the only person who could make me feel seen like that was Elliot. But now, it was Mr. Ivory who had reached into the cracks of me and said: You deserve better.