Twin Flames Novels & Stories

I smiled softly at him. He stared into my eyes once more as if trying to look into my soul before beginning. "Fated is short for fated mates, and I believe they're known as soul mates or twin flames in the human world. A fated mate is someone who is your perfect match; your fated was created to mold perfectly to you, two halves to a whole. In our case, however, it's a four to one ratio. You were created for us, and we were created for you."

As every eye was intent on the light show, James took in each one of them surreptitiously. These were the people he cared about most in the world; add in Tres’s family and they all equaled up into one big extended family. These strangers had accepted him into their circle, and he was determined to protect each one of them, die for them if need be. He slipped his eyes back to the sky and thought idly about what fireworks seemed to represent. Each firework, after having been through a violent explosion, lit up the completely darkened sky, allowing one to find their way. That’s what we are, mused James. We, the descendants of the gods, were born not for ourselves, but so that when the world is

"Hi......good day " “ How are you pretty diva? " “Hi handsome.." “ I'm good Thank you for texting." That was what the beginning of their conversations looked like. Seems like prince charming has found his princess diva. Love is more to what we take it for, lustful love, infatuated love and true love. These above mentioned are like three-hydra headed sword that can ruin or save someone's feeling or emotion. Let us examine the case of these two lovebirds and know the category they fall into.

Maahir said in a flat tone when Rudra's eyes popped out in a squint. "I'm aware of it." Glanced at them, Rudra didn't know whether he should laugh or cry. "But, I don't know how deep it is...?" Tamaz stressed to test the waters. "Um. You can say pretty serious," emphasized Rudra while scratching his head. "You mean...?" stopped Maahir deliberately. "I want her." "That's it. Go to her." blurted Tamaz with a contented smile plastered on his lips. "The desire to love and get loved, and the need to nurture seem to go hand in hand. But..." paused Rudra while his lips pressed into a thin line.

She wouldn't give up though. "There are two types of bachata enthusiasts. There are those who must dance and those who simply adore it." This seemed to interest him as he asked. "Who, in your opinion, requires the dance?" She smiled. "I would suggest those who require healing. The bachata is about expressing your emotions and finding healing with your partner. I experienced something I can't articulate on the day we danced." Li-lah wanted him to look at her but he still had his back to her, saying nothing. Not the reaction she wanted. "Have you heard of the term "twin flames"?" She asked. He turned to look at her 'good' she thought then continued. "The lovers

It was clouded with my juices and I silently swore to keep the treasure for him alone. My mind went wild with imaginations as he gently dropped me on the ground. He had been my brother few hours ago but turned mate. There are things even in my reslience I had not thought of. The thought of ever becoming a Luna had never crossed my mind. Even as I we parted ways and I walked back to my 'hell' I had to pinch my skin to reassure myself that it was not a mere dream. I lay down on the cold floor again. This time with a smile... not hide my pains but to ease my synergy. It was like an ointment to my soul that would keep me going like a nuclear -powered system.

Aian had definitely enjoyed their lunch together and Kalvin had seem genuinely interested in what he was saying but the man himself said so little. He felt like tearing his hair out in frustration. He remembered what he had been taught in school about twin flames: ‘Twin Flame or sometimes called mirror soul, is an intense soul connection with someone thought to be a person’s other half. It is based on the belief that a soul gets split in to two bodies and a red string was attached to the both of you so that you will be able to find each other again.

“We end this now!” His eyes find mine and I know he understands. We lock hands, our fire, spreading from our hands up our arms and on until it engulfs our entire bodies. Now we’re not just shooting flames. We are the flames. Twin Flames. We walk forward, burning everything in front of us. Sharp spikes continue to sprout up but we turn them to ash before they are taller than stubs. Then suddenly, a piercing howl rents the air. It’s a deep, guttural sound and I know without a doubt Mason is here.

“We thought the line was gone, but it seems a descendant has returned for vengeance. Likely that wizard Lucas mentioned.” "The twins... it was never a curse..." I whispered to myself more than him, overridden by guilt gnawing at me. I couldn't help but recollect all the backlash Isla had to face because of those rumors. I clenched my fists and was caught up in my emotions when my father sighed again, snapping me back to the present. He rubbed his temples. “Twins among werewolves are rare, Adrian. One twin usually harbors abilities far beyond the norm. Too incredible. That’s why… that’s why the Black Mountain Pack wanted to control them.”

She screamed at the top of her lungs, saying, "Have you lost your mind, Raiden? You should rescue Winifred first! She's your girlfriend!" The scene felt so real that I finally realized I wasn't dreaming. I had somehow been reborn! I had somehow gone back to the day I was trapped in a fire with Celia, whom most hospital staff declared was a hottie. A creak sounded as Raiden finally moved the table off Celia. He didn't even spare me a glance. He merely picked Celia up in his arms and ran for the door. I let out a self-deprecating laugh. Wasn't Raiden also like this in my previous life? He only had eyes for Celia, even though I was his girlfriend.