Twin Soul Books Novels & Stories

“It was the Sky Woman who gave birth to the Twin Spirits. Many of the sister tribes of the Seluitah were influenced by the Twins and came to see them as the incarnations of good and evil. My ancestors, however, were closer to the Spirits than anyone else. We have always known the Twin spirits for who they truly are; the Light and the Darkness. “The first Twin has been recognized by the Ravennites for many generations as the light of the moon, bearing the burden of illuminating this world when the sun had set. However, the evil of the Dark Twin knows no bounds. He would stop at nothing until he extinguished the light once and for all. And so the Light and the Darkness fought countless times,

For a single Alpha wolf, or even fraternal twins, that wouldn’t be a deterrent. But Reegan and I were identical twins, two halves of one soul. A fated mate was the Moon Goddess’s gift of your soul-mate. One soul mated to another soul for all eternity. Since my brother and I share a soul, it was entirely possible we would share a mate as well. Which brought us back to the possessiveness issue. Reegan did NOT want to share. Admittedly, I wasn’t too stoked about the idea myself at first. But the more I thought about it, I really did believe that if the Moon Goddess designed it that way, the sharing piece would come naturally.

Sibyl suddenly felt her heart tremble inexplicably. Her mind was a mess. She grabbed onto a topic to break the silence. “You are... you are that…” She wanted to say, you are the man with the two split souls. The face of the person before her was exactly like the boy she had encountered in the mental world. The fire crackled loudly, startling Sibyl, and Carl’s lack of response to her question made her even more frustrated. “You can see my soul.” Carl always spoke with certainty. Sibyl didn’t know what to say, so she nodded.

she hugged me and went off to help someone else. Once she’s far enough away I hold the clam to my ear hearing the words in my mind. “Twin flames is an intense connection; best described as one soul that has split into two bodies. The two souls often mirror each other, bringing the best and the worst of each other.” Is it possible Rod and I shared the same soul? That would explain why the potion didn’t work. You can’t separate from your own soul. I place the clam back on the shelf , I’ve had enough reading for one morning.

He then asked in a hushed tone, "Out of these three, who will you choose to save?" "Lila!" they exclaimed together. The icy spears pierced through my sister and me, blood spurted from our wounds, and we nearly passed out from the pain. Just then, an elder from the Celestial Realm intervened. "God of Water! God of Fire! Stop this madness! These two are the Twin Flowers of Chaos. Their death will unleash chaos, and the world will be no more! The two of you are their husbands; how can you forsake them? Think of the greater good."

My fingers trace along a few promising books like ritual studies, old magic, psychic links—I’m impressed by the things they keep here, but none of them contain the detail I need. I need to find more. I desperately scour through the whole place, careful not to break the dust that blankets the shelves, so no one will notice that someone sneaked in here. Then, my eyes drift to a manuscript tucked behind a set of other old books. The title along the spine reads: Soul Tethers and Mate Imprints. My pulse skips as I pull it out and flip through the pages. This must be it! I’ve never snatched a book this fast in my life. I find a secluded corner of the study and lower myself to the floor, book in ha

CHAPTER ONE “I need you to pretend to be me.” The words hit me harder than the rain splattering against my kitchen window. I gaped at the woman before me. A woman I hadn't seen in eleven years. My exact replica. My twin sister. Except Arla Morrison looked nothing like the girl who had disappeared before sunrise, the morning of our eighteenth birthday with stolen cash and broken promises. She looked expensive now. Untouchable. Dressed in a cream cashmere that could pay my rent for five years, diamonds whose price certainly cost a kidney glittered against perfectly manicured finger, while my lights flickered like they were seconds away from dying.

It has always been there, even before we knew what it was. Cael presses his forehead to mine because the tunnel is too small to move. His breath is hot on my face because he is close. The blood on our hands is sticky between us because we are still holding on. The voice comes back and says, “A twin bond cannot break,” and the words land inside my head, not my ears. It says, “It can only be transferred,” because that is the old law, and “One heart must carry it alone,” because two hearts will burn out by the full moon.