When Two Mad Souls Meet Novels & Stories

No one was talking, we were both just staring at the sky, but it felt really peaceful and this moment is just too beautiful. “Hey, I noticed the book you were reading the other day too.” I said to catch his attention. He sat up and reached his hand to me, I took it and he helped me get up too. “The Art Of Eye Contact, was it? I’ve read that book too. What part are you on?” “That part when the male protagonist left his life in the city to chase after a girl who clearly doesn’t give a damn about him. It’s stupid, if you ask me.” He answered casually.

He looked confused, yet she could also feel his wonder. Her body felt the same—like it stumbled to catch up with unearthly magic. And she gripped his arms as he stroked in and out. Her head buzzed, and they both cried out as their bodies exploded in an extraneous joining. Her mind shattered as his soul became her own, and she heard him shout as he dragged her close. She couldn't breathe or think and buried her face into his neck as he held on for dear life. They both trembled as alien magic fused them, and a metallic bolt of energy shot from her core, slicing through her brain. Galene choked on the intense pleasure as Stralath rolled her beneath him.

I rushed my feet till I made it to the house in five minutes. The soul was there at the window of his house. I didn't want to draw too much attention by shouting for it to come out of its house, so I went in myself. "Hey you!" I said. The soul looked startled to see me in his house. "You can see me?" He asked. "Sure as hell I can. What did you do to the lady who had been coming here to meet you?" I questioned him. "How did you know about that? Our meeting was supposed to be a secret." It questioned back.

Replied Brandon as he tightened the hug. "Loverbirds loverbirds don't fly away" Mia repeatedly sang and Tina joined her. Beatrice disengaged from the hug and turned to look at both singing. "Stop it, Mia" Brandon said and they stopped singing. "But what kind of song is that?" Tina asked. Wait, she didn't know but still yet she sang it. "It's a poem composed by Mia, dedicated to her beloved brother" Mia smiled. "Well, the poem is lame" Brandon said and they all laughed.

Soulmates, two people perfect for each other destined to find each other in an imperfect world. “Do not take my mate from me.”

"I don't believe in destiny or the mate-bond; I refuse to think the future is written in stone. So while Maze might be Azrael's mate, I don't believe she is his soulmate unless he picks her himself because a soulmate can be someone who isn't your destiny-chosen mate," I scrunch my nose. "What do you mean? That soulmates and mates are two different things?" Sleepy nods. "Yes, that's what I believe. A mate is picked out for you, while a soulmate is someone you find yourself," Sleepy grins at me, clean and straightforward, and brighter than the sun. "So don't give up; follow your heart and fight until the end, Alyssa," With searching eyes, I silently roam his face. I'm surprised these words of

In the heat of the moment, I grab Genelia's arm and pull her away from the situation and as far as I can get. "S-Sam? What just happened?" She freaks. "I don't know." I flip through pages looking for an answer. I find a chapter called: Double Soulmates, I begin to read. Double soulmates are when the Moon Goddess sets a mate out for you but something interferes with her plan and she gives a do-over mate. In situations like these, the original mate will end up dying at the hand of the newly found mate. I stop there. Holy crap.

she said near a whisper but still with such excitement in her voice, “Both of you are awake.” She placed the trays at the foot of the bed and left without another word, Valaria never once took her eyes off of Dominic and he never took his eyes off of her, each of them felt a pull like magnets to a pole, neither of them wanted to fight it, even if they did it would be useless, what was now happening was beyond anyone's control, and in an instant they both realised just what it was, in unison they both said, with confusion in their voices “Soul Mate.” Soul mates are exactly what they sound like, they are the ones destined to be together, but it has never crossed the species border before, othe

I say with disbelief. "All it takes is a glance. How don't you not know about this?" "About what? What the fuck is going on?" I demand. "It's called fate. Two souls fated to meet each other one day. For wolves, it's an instant connection. They recognize each other right away if the souls are ready to meet," "What do you mean by ready to meet?" "Mature enough. The soul has to be complete. Say we have a mate who's still a child and one who is much older. The older one has to wait for the young one to become whole," he explains. I walk back until the back of my legs hit the bed.

“It ensures continuation of our kind. But it is not only physical. It is the meeting of souls.” She slips her fingers into my hair, applying gentle pressure in slow circles. I notice how my shoulders drop. How my breathing deepens without effort. “When mates become one,” she continues, “they mark each other. Their essences combine. The bond moves beyond instinct and becomes a thread tying heart to heart, soul to soul. The desire you feel is not just a desire, it is a calling of his wolf to yours, and the urge and fire that you feel in you is your wolf answering that call.”