When Two Mad Souls Meet Novels & Stories

Carson says. “Can we join you?” April asks, pulling a chair from another table. Tom’s eyes are on Carson but he pulls a chair and pulls me to my feet to sit in it. Then he takes my chair, sandwiching me between him and April. “We were just here meeting a client, but they no showed. What a crazy coincidence.” “Nothing you do is a coincidence,” I tell her in a low voice. She elbows me in the side but covers it like she’s just shifting in her seat. I groan and hold my side.

Not as an Alpha fighting to survive. Not as a human searching for his place. But as two souls who had found each other across lifetimes. Whatever tomorrow brought... They would face it together. And somewhere high above, the Moon Goddess smiled. The End

But I can't look away. "Do you, Andrew Williams, take Sara Okafor to be your lawfully wedded wife," the officiant asks, his voice carrying across the silent room. "To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" There's a pause that feels like it lasts forever. Andrew's eyes find mine one last time, and I see a flash of something that looks like an apology.

I inhaled sharply, my lips curving into a bitter smile. "You—are—a—pig," I said, each word filled with finality. And then I turned around, walking away like a drenched dog in a storm. But the worst part wasn’t leaving—it was the laughter that followed me. Their laughter. It echoed through the room, followed me out of the door. Like I ghost, I couldn't shake, the words clung to me like a helpless sheep. "No one is gonna marry you, Brenda!" Michael's voice rang out from behind, followed by Maria’s giggles.

My hand moved instinctively, brushing a strand of hair from her face. I wasn’t supposed to touch her. I wasn’t supposed to be here. But just the thought of someone else claiming her, marking her... Drove me and my wolf mad. She could only be mine. Mine... and my brothers’. The shared soul that made us whole. That made us feel real. And just then… I felt it. Two presences behind me. Familiar. Unavoidable. I turned slowly, my body tense. There they were—two of my brothers.

Merilyn nodded, eyes filled with a haunted sadness. "And do you know the most tragic part?" Her voice was raw now. "Our souls are...everything. The very essence of our being. They ground us, keep our beasts in check, maintain our sanity, and so much more. A bond is an intertwining of souls. without a soul, one has no hope of ever finding a bondmate. No hope of ever knowing that connection. One would never recognize their Soulbond even if she miraculously appeared, and worst of all…” Merilyn stopped, fresh tears trailing down her chin. “Without a soul, one will go feral eventually. There is no stopping it. It is only a matter of time."

That's it. While mother and daughter were sitting silently, neither of them spoke their thoughts to each other because there were too many stones that did not sit. They had sat down and talked about this before, but it was still halfway. There was something missing again, but neither of them knew where it was. ***

When to speak, when to keep one’s mouth closed, but this, I knew to keep my mouth shut about. “Mates,” I muttered, fiddling with my pencil. “Are another part of your soul. A match,” I whispered. “Lucifer and Uriel are each other’s soul mates. They complement each other, they balance each other. Think about it, the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Innocence without each other, their personalities, their powers cannot be evened out. You love your other half, you take care of them, you crave them.” I put my pencil back in the pencil holder cup. “Does master have a mate?” Silas’ eyes blinked several times, waiting for my reply.

I gulped the lump in my throat and my eyes followed his hand which was still bleeding and the man wasn't paying any attention to it. Crazy! He has become not only blind but also deaf in the madness. "I don't know what love is but what has happened to me, I swear I won't be able to live without you." God, if this is love then I would like to say that love should never happen to anyone. If it is really so painful, then I ask why these moths of flame give themselves pleasure in pain like this. Love is really like a burning flame that keeps wandering moths around itself. Get restless and burn in sorrow. I don't know why they let themselves feel this.