When Two Mad Souls Meet Novels & Stories

Maverick’s jaw tightens beside me. “The Moon Goddess only grants the bond under specific conditions,” the Elder says. “Two wolves must lose their fated mates through tragedy. Their souls must remain broken long enough for the bond to awaken.” Jax becomes restless instantly. “Broken souls,” he mutters darkly. “But the bond comes with a price,” Elder Miriam whispers. “Every time it has appeared throughout history… disaster followed.” My heartbeat speeds up painfully. “What kind of disaster?” Maverick asks quietly. The Elder’s expression darkens.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

When he started chanting I felt my soul stretch outwardly towards Ellis. "Is that your soul, is that mine!" Ellis gasped loudly and both my brother and I told him to be quiet and still. Ellis' soul rose to greet mine and they each molded together perfectly. I had tears in my eyes at the beauty of it. They joined together into an iridescent twirling substance that connected him and I together by a small iridescent string only he and I could see. Well others could too if they looked for it. "Well that indeed proves that you two are genuinely soulmates. I've never seen a more perfect joining. You both are now basically one. Congratulations your soul wed," my brother told us both to be careful a

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ғɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ Âme sœur ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜʟ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ʙᴏᴅɪᴇs ᴏɴᴇ sᴏᴜʟ"ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ғᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

I want to drink water. Azfarin said in a melancholy voice and raised her face and looked at the boy standing in front of her. Azfarin's face turned yellow, whether he was human or not? Breathing was not taking the name of recovery. The body was completely emaciated. Thorns were biting in the throat. The feeling of intense thirst had increased badly. Due to which it was impossible to take even one step now. "Is it on my soul that they should not reach us and you have to drink water?"

They may have my blood in their hands, but the monster in me will be spilling more blood and destroying more lives. First, Lucy, then Cassidy...I'm no longer just a lost soul, I'm the devil incarnate.

Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to Y ou for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab." 

Was it real or something that fate had arranged to get me out of my present misery? Miranda looked thoughtful, "I'm not familiar with the meeting thing. But since mating is the coming together of soulmates. Then one of them was meant to be and the other was false. Or in your case, compensation for the first failed one" she explained. "A compensation?" I asked curiously and she gave a nod, "No one is perfect and sometimes mistakes happen during the soul mate pairing phase, however not everyone is as lucky as you to get compensation for the wrong pairing. Cherish it"

He tucks a tendril of hair behind my ear, then leans in to whisper, "Baby, I get your point. I just don't like your point. I mean, I hate space. Fuck space! What the fuck is space even when we have a love like ours? Strong like ours? A connection like ours? You might have a boyfriend but your soul and mine, they are connected... You know what that makes us? " he bites my neck gently. "Soulmates."

But after a while, I knew what they suddenly all meant. Death. The languages became more clearer as soon as I heard the Latin word; mortem. Then there was the same word in Greek, then Irish and Hungarian. More and more languages I didn't quite understood earlier, now became more vivid to me. The way to destroy the mad madame, was to release it's soul to the hungry demons in the stone. Not the ring. "Mortem." Permission would be granted to take his soul, and I, this time wouldn't be hesitant.