The Untethered Soul Novels & Stories

The moment Silas Blackwood pressed the "Key of Absolute Existence" to the final page of the Author’s notebook, the universe didn't scream. It whispered. It was the sound of a billion pages turning at once, a soft, papery rustle that vibrated through his marrow and turned the gold-and-sapphire starlight in his fur into a cold, clinical grey. He felt the "Mate Bond" with Lyra stretch to a terminal point, and then, with a sensation like a silver-white wire snapping in a vacuum, his soul divided.

It crawled like a net. The church bell rang by itself. Once. Then twice. Nathaniel’s hand trembled as he opened the last page of his old scripture, a page he had sworn never to read again—not since the last sacrifice in the village. But the words were calling now. The air itself was starting to vibrate. > "...and when the curtain of fog is lifted, the body will separate from the soul. But the ones left unredeemed shall return... wearing the face they died in."

The "Severance" of the Wild-Tether had successfully blinded the Oort-Static, but it had also left the human race in a state of "Somatic-Bereavement." For decades, whether through the coercive 60-hertz hum of the Sombra-Net or the chaotic, joyful "Wilding" of the deep-earth, the human nervous system had been part of a larger conversation. Now, as the "Zero-Standard" settled over the planet, the silence was not merely an absence of noise; it was a physical "Ache."

Then licking my fingers to taste her sweet juices. "Hey man, you want to cool it with the sex fantasy. If you don't stop, you can't blame me for taking control and marking Venus." Alex growls at me. "Sorry, but I can't help it. This year has been hard. Yesterday was supposed to be the best day of our life. I was going to finally have her in our arms. Then, Selene blocked the bond. I understand there's a bigger plan. But this is complete torture." "Shut up. Listen." Alex yelled at me.

I suppose it would give him less time with his best friend, but they weren't exactly attached at the hip and it wasn't as if they were teenagers. When I felt like we'd gone far enough, I stopped and turned to Ezra. He was looking up at the tops of the trees, where they covered the sun from the forest floors. The world around us was cast in shadow. It felt very much like a reflection of what was left of our mate bond. It was there, but the light just couldn't to it. The forest around our souls had grown too thick for the light to reach us. Most days when I thought about it and tried to talk myself into working harder at it, I realized that it would take a lot of tree chopping to get the light

Annie glanced back at Candy, “We can go back.” “No, it’s okay.” Candy said as she turned to look back at Annie and Stolas, “I want to spend time with you two, if Drake needs me he’ll call or do that freaky mind link thing.” “Freaky mind link thing?” Annie asked. “You know, that mind link thing that all alpha’s have. Eli can do it too.” Annie’s eyes got big as she shook her head, she’d never heard Beau mention anything like that at all, “Neat.”

My body fell away, and I felt weightless, detached from the agony. I looked down to see my lifeless form crumpled on the floor, the fire still raging around it. My soul hovered, untethered and desperate. I felt myself fading, the edges of my existence fraying like threads on a worn tapestry. Then I saw him. Vince stood at the cave’s entrance, watching the fire with a mixture of shock and anger. His body radiated power, and I knew instinctively that he was the vessel I needed. Without hesitation, I surged toward him, slipping past the barriers of his mind and soul.

“Keep yourself grounded. Hold onto any objects or memories that tie you to the physical world. If this spirit is seeking to disorient or manipulate you, it will be less likely to succeed if you’re anchored firmly in the present.” I nod, feeling the weight of her words settle over me.

I could feel it vibrating against my skin, tugging at the marks beneath my collarbone. Aaron’s voice broke through the tension. “You still have time to change your mind.” I smirked faintly. “When have I ever done that?” He sighed, shaking his head. “That’s what worries me.” The Priestess approached, holding a small vial of glowing liquid. “Drink this. It’ll tether your soul to this realm. If something goes wrong, it might pull you back.” I took it without hesitation and swallowed. It burned going down, but the effect was instant—like a cool thread weaving through the storm inside me.

It was the same hand that had written the price tags in the flower shop. ​“The soul cannot be coded,” the board read. “But it can be anchored. If the frequency becomes infinite, the vessel will shatter. To save the child, one must provide the Anchor.” ​“An Anchor?” I walked toward a glass case in the center of the room. ​Inside sat a small, crystalline pendant. It looked like a shard of compressed light, pulsing with a faint, steady amber glow. It didn't feel like the violet of the Sterlings or the gold of my own power. it felt... heavy. Like the Earth itself.