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.

Across the bed, Roman took her the way he always handled everything: with quiet control and detached precision, claiming her ass without a single word. We moved because we had to. Because that’s what was expected of us. Because the darkness inside needed a body to bleed into. But our minds… our souls… they were somewhere else entirely. Lost in the fantasy of the woman we couldn’t touch. The only one who could truly complete us. The only one who could tame the storm we had become. After the encounter, we left the brothel and got into the self-driving vehicle in silence. The silence had never been this heavy.

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.

And now he proudly says that his madness brought him closer to Heer. "Dheeme dheeme jal rahi thi khwaishein, Dil mein dabi, ghut rahi farmaaishein," (Slowly, slowly, my wishes were burning, my desires were getting choked in my heart) This was really felt by Sanam in those past times. With what suffocation he lived, only Sanam and nobody knew except God. "Banke dhuaan wo, tujh tak jaa pahunchi, O parvardigara…"

We are not solitary beings, but rather interconnected beings As the pack dispersed, each member venturing off to make the necessary preparations for the arduous journey that lay ahead, Zavier and Sophia found themselves caught in a moment of profound connection. Their souls, like two ethereal entities, entwined with an intensity that defied words, their embrace speaking volumes that language could never convey. It was as if the very essence of their beings merged, like the intricate roots of an ancient tree, drawing strength and solace from one another. In that fleeting instant, the world around them faded into insignificance, leaving only the pulsating energy of their intertwined spirits.