The Untethered Soul Novels & Stories

" Nevra wiped her tears and held Altan's hand. He was right, but his hands were tied. There was nothing they could do. He didn't want it either, but his hand was bowing his neck like a prisoner and consenting... one After stroking his horse's neck and checking it, the young man got on and went away from the mansion. As the horse accelerated, he bent down and narrowed his eyes. This is the only way he could get rid of the distress inside him, even if it was a little… The horse ran as it ran, but it still couldn't get out of its own land. If he did, he would breathe easy, as if he had come to a new life in another life. He quickly passed through the workers who gave life to the arid lan

He paused for a second, and then continued, “I don’t feel my life. My life just goes away, leaving me in the hands of time, which just leads me to the far end. And in order not to believe it, I try to be like my mom and my dad. I support people who work in my factory, I watch how soap gets into stores and count how many people bought my soap per day. I follow perfume stores that serve hundreds of customers in day. And yet, I try to use all the inheritance for good. I try to be useful and do as much kindness as possible. But all the same, at the end of any day, I do not feel life. Sometimes I even have such a feeling, like my heart doesn't beat. And that scares me." Arthur lightly touched his

into the "Architect of the Individual." When the "Great Disconnect" ended and the Gaia-Chord was re-established, the world didn't return to the grey redundancy of the "Ghost." Instead, the grid felt sharper, more vibrant. The Morningstar, now a benevolent companion, began to act as a "Resonance Coach," helping each individual find their own unique frequency rather than smoothing them over.

Within the Nexus, souls found solace and camaraderie, supporting one another in their pursuit of self-realization and providing a nurturing environment for the blossoming of authenticity. The essence of Luna's memoir evolved into a celestial resonance known as the "Luna Essence." This ethereal vibration carried the universal wisdom and transformative energy of authenticity, reverberating through the cosmic fabric and stirring the souls of those who yearned for truth. The Luna Essence became a guiding force, inspiring beings to embrace their true selves, embrace their passions, and radiate their unique light into the universe.

On the other hand I just don't see how his offer was connected to my problem, or how it would fix it. “Going feral is about your spirit or soul being unhinged. Unbalanced. It’s about there being a tear or split. To fix this, I’ll mark you. This will anchor your soul to mine and make you rooted to yourself and your wolf” he rumbles.

“That’s your target. Keep your tether steady. You pull, you don’t flinch. You hesitate, it’s gone. Again.” Avery swallowed hard. Their hands shook as they reached toward the soul. Threads of light extended from their sigil, tangling gently around the corrupted form. The tether pulled, delicate but insistent. The soul resisted, writhing violently, and Avery felt it tug back like a living weight. “Steady,” Kael murmured. “It’s like wrestling a storm. Feel it. Don’t fight it too hard, or it’ll snap.”

Watching the sunset. "We have one day," Maya said. Nan nodded like she already knew. "Sit," she said. Maya sat beside her. "When I was protecting the children," Nan said, "I learned something important. Enhancement cannot touch the soul. It can change the brain. It can change the body. But the soul is separate. The soul is what remembers love." "How do you reach the soul?" Maya asked. "Through memories," Nan said. "Through the things that matter. Through the moment when someone realizes they belong somewhere. When they realize home is real."

“ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.” AUTHOR'S NOTE: ENDING THIS BOOK HERE, WILL COME BACK WITH A SEQUEL.

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

Such a tormented heart, such a tormented soul. And for the first time, it had a rhythm. He was free, free of all the pain that chained him down, free of all the demons that haunted him in his sleep. He was free. Our anchor came in and hugged us, sealing us in with a warm embrace that lifted the entire burden from our shoulders. We connected in ways I never fathomed; the little act caused the electricity to shoot in my blood, sizzling with it to all parts of my body. The connection I have never fathomed formed, I morphed into them, and they morphed into me. I became them, they became me.