Two Halves Of A Whole Novels & Stories

A story that was never about finding the perfect world, but about building one, step by step, hand in hand. And so, the story of "Between Two Worlds" came to a close. But in my heart, I knew it wasn’t truly over—it was just beginning. With love, with family, with friends, and with dreams still yet to be realized, I knew that no matter where life took us, we would always find our way back to each other. And that was enough. --- The End

“This is someone else. She might look like me, but she isn’t me. This girl has slanted blue eyes where I have green.” Amber looked into the bowl and saw the same girl Leah did. She knew immediately that it wasn’t Leah looking back at her. But how could that be? Leah’s twin, Abigail, was separated from her at birth, there was no way that this could be anyone other than Leah. The twin bond was supposed to have been broken years ago. “What does this mean, Mom?” Asked Leah as an ominous feeling began to creep into her. “Is this another version of myself? Someone or something that I should be afraid of?”

Tamsyn merely nodded and handed me another glass of water. “What happened?” I asked after a moment, the water along with my breathing exercise had eased the knot in my chest and allowed me to speak without tripping over my words. “I assume you don’t remember much,” I shook my head at Tamsyn’s statement. I did remember, but I wanted to see if I could gain any new information from the woman. Tamsyn sighed before she began, “I figured as much. Emi, you have to understand, this isn’t normal for us; well, Alpha Lucas isn’t exactly normal either. See, since he’s only half vampire he feeds differently than the others, which is why he normally only drinks from a glass.”

The light surged stronger. The darkness recoiled. Separated again. We all stared. Because what just happened… Shouldn’t have been possible. A New Being The glowing half stood fully now. Still unstable. Still incomplete. But no longer just a fragment. A being. Breathing. Choosing. The dark half shrank slightly. Weakened. Confused. For the first time It didn’t attack. It retreated. Slowly dissolving back into the tear it came from. Gone. Leaving only the other behind.

The belief is that perfect harmony can only be achieved when the two halves are perfectly balanced. Were we ever going to be that way? Or was I destined to always be the darkness, tipping the scales until we broke apart completely, the negative energy ruining something that hadn't even been given the chance to begin?

' I thought. But why did I feel so sad? Why did I feel so empty? Why did I feel as though I was leaving behind my other half? Brian…

He explains and I furrowed my brows "That makes no sense..." I grunt and he chuckles "'course it does... what do you think a soul mate is... it is your true half... or at least ... somewhat half... every person has half of another soul... the one with humans names usually don't know their soul's names but their carrier name usually as the name in their name or sometimes it's given to them by family... That's why having your mate beside you is necessary... when you procreate it is not just a harmonization of your souls but the stability of creating something born from that true bond." Isaac wolf says and I furrowed my brows in thought

They are rarely put down even if they are bad. Like all species we have bonded halves, it doesn’t really matter and many of us have been bonded to humans over the years. My mother was half-human and that makes me a halfling. Basically we are all halflings as our ancestors were also bonded with other species. We weren’t prejudiced when it came to a bonded half because your other half makes you better.

Yes, but it is so much more than that. What do you mean? I’m not sure how to explain it. I think some of it is because you have two separate parts in you that you do not feel the bond in the same way. We are literally their other half. Their soulmate. Do you feel the pull of the bond that way?

The words hit like a stone in still water, rippling outward until my whole body feels the shock of it. Theo’s voice stays low, steady, as though he’s rehearsed this. “You and him, you’re both like two halves of a whole. White and black. Good and evil. Two forces that were never meant to stand apart. What you share is her. Althea belongs to both of you.” For a moment, I can’t breathe.