The Untethered Soul Novels & Stories

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?

The room began to spin. I tried to say her name, to tell her I didn’t want to sleep, but my tongue felt heavy. It became very hard to see and the world slowly started to fade around me. And as I closed my eyes, a single tear rolled down my cheek. ~~~~ I’d reached a place between life and death where I was awake, but unable to move. My eyes wouldn’t open but I couldn’t even speak. It was like being trapped inside my own body, screaming silently while no one could hear me.

"I'll let you go. Take this as my compensation to you. It'll make your life easier. I'll forever be waiting for your return, Skylar." I didn't believe in forever anymore. I only believed in myself. At that moment, I finally felt truly free. After Corbin left, I gave the black card to a local charity. At least, his money would be used for something good. The flight today departed right on time. The air hostesses were nice, and the passengers on board were friendly too. I looked out of the plane window, observing the blue sky and white clouds that passed by. I had never felt so liberated in my life. The plane climbed higher and higher in the air.

Sometimes, the body remembers what the soul tries to forget. It wasn't the pain that broke me, but the way my body stopped belonging to me. Every unwanted touch was another crack. A piece of me vanishing without a sound. I arrived to Chicago months ago, and I still struggle to breathe. This city doesn’t embrace me—it watches me. Everything is clean, cold, precise. Neon lights flicker like fake stars, and the rain hits the windows with military discipline. It’s a world built to function, not to feel.

But not a natural one. A forced one. I whimpered, curling into myself on the cot, pressing my thighs together as the pressure built. It wasn’t just physical—it was wrong. Synthetic. Like a false tether pulling at my instincts while my body rebelled. My wolf stirred inside me, but weakly. The connection between us was smothered, like someone had pressed a pillow to her spirit. She growled faintly, confused, disoriented. There was no strength to shift. No clarity to call on.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

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.

Half-lies dressed as divine law. But some… Some whispered truths even the spirits wanted buried. Rituals meant to protect bondmates in death. Soul-splitting spells. Memory locks. One passage made me stop: “When the tether is pulled too tight, the soul may slip between realms. Only an anchor may call her home.” An anchor. A tether. I read it again, my heartbeat spiking. What if… What if I could reach her? --- At dawn, I returned to her bedside. Her face was soft. Peaceful.

His face contorted into one of discomfort. "Small world." David murmured. Small world, too small for Asher's liking. He had found the girl he missed for so long, but it seemed like she was still miles away from him and forever out of his reach. At that moment all he could think was, fate was truly a cruel and heartless bitch.

It was a hard run but somehow I managed to make it, all I knew right now was that somehow I had to get away fron the world because it was driving me crazy for real. I sat at the top of the mountains, unable to enjoy the evening breeze because pain and sadness clouded my mind and darkened my soul. Tears dropped out of my eyes as I let loose my hardened nature, my strength was gone and gone forever. May your hardened soul, brave mind and treacherous activities rest in hell! I wish you what you wish yourself. But now, it was time for the dawn of new era. A new Alpha had arose and though I knew that it wasn't going to be easy, I had to try somehow.