Soulbonded storie

After Harry saved Ginny in the Chamber, what if more had come from it? Now, they are tied together in more ways than one, but how will that affect their future lives at Hogwarts? Another typical soul-bond fic, because I just can't get enough of them. And as I now realise, the characters are acting OOC. Harry/Ginny. Rating may increase with later content. PLEASE READ: This is not my story I am reposting it from a fanfiction website. Unfortunately this story was left UNFINISHED so if you do not wish to read an unfinished book I apologise.

My first fanfic!! I hope you like it. In this fanfic, we'll find out how Harry and Ginny deal with being soulbonded. How will this change their everyday lives? Will they succeed when they are faced with some of the most powerful evil forces around? Find out in Silver And Gold. All characters belong to the amazing J.K. Rowling. I don't own any of these characters.

In a universe divided by science and sorcery, a space-time glitch connects Kael, a snarky techie, with Eira, a magical girl who'd rather hex him than help him. He's from a world of cold logic. She lives in a forest where mushrooms go on strike. Now they're soul-linked, dream-invading, and forced to work together - before their worlds fall apart.

Seorin was born to imprison a god. But the god has a voice. A body. And now... he wants her. Bound by blood and cursed by fate, she was meant to serve. He was meant to sleep. But when desire awakens power, and obsession turns divine - who cages who???

Let's get one thing straight: I am NOT the villain in this story. Sure, I turned a Saint into a vampire. And yes, that technically ruined a divine prophecy. And okay, maybe the Warlocks have a point about the whole "disrupting the cosmic balance" thing. But in my defense, no one TOLD me Elias was special. Now I'm stuck with: One newly-turned vampire with concerning gold eyes and zero survival instincts. One stupidly attractive Warlock who saved my life and won't let me forget it. ? One Blood Debt I never agreed to (being unconscious doesn't count as consent, Johan). Ten werewolf packs who think we murdered their Ultima, the Alpha of Alphas. Zero ideas how to fix any of this. Oh, and those dreams of me and Johan that are making it increasingly harder to look him in the eye. Those will stop anytime now. As soon as I stop pretending to be his mate. We're trapped in a sacred temple, hunting a stolen artifact, solving a murder mystery, and trying not to kill each other. Or kiss each other. The line gets blurrier every day. Falling for a Warlock isn't just forbidden-it's suicide. Good thing I'm already dead.

පපුවට රිංගලා ආදරේන් කෙනිත්තු... දන්නවාද දරුවෝ.. පපුව මැද නැවතුනේ... අයිති නැති මිනිස්සු...