Broken Soul Tattoo Novels & Stories

Maybe she didn’t see the love I had for her, if she had seen it, she wouldn’t have run away. No, I was a fool. Who wouldn't run away after rejection? Especially when she had consented. A memory flashed to me. It was the first time I had seen her when she was broken and torn. I guessed I left her worse than I had found her. There was no forgiveness there. I had wronged Yolian beyond her expectation, but I had to do what was best. For us, and most especially, for her. My thoughts were interrupted by the footsteps made from the clash between a marble floor and the heel of a shoe. Making a wild guess, I knew it was Minna. I wasn’t ready for her shit.

Not until he get some clear results. They were taking a toll in the mall. Some shopping’s for girls. Some for Cyrus. As their anniversary was around the corner, he wanted to make it special for him. They were just walking through the shops when Denzel came across a tattoo studio. "Bright Win, how about i ink a tattoo? For Cyrus"? He suggested. Win wasn’t sure if Cyrus would like or not but Denzel was too excited so he nodded his head. Denzel opted a one wing Tattoo with M embossed into it. A memory for Nattasha that she would always be his wing to fly high. It was emotional but Denzel was happily taking the needles. It took him almost an hour to get free and now they were hungry.

That projection featuring Lyra's marked body and the sense of betrayal through the mate bond were all the answers she needed. Amidst the gasps of amazement and envy, Seraphina spun on her heel and strutted into an antique jeweler's workshop. When she removed the ring from her left ring finger, she could feel a piece of her soul being torn away. "How can I help you, ma'am?" "Please melt this ring down for me." "But this is a bond token made from moonlight silver with an engraving, no less. It must hold a sacred meaning. Are you sure you want to melt it?"

"A woman. I think it’s a woman. I can’t see her face. She’s just... there. And she’s very sad." Petra clicked her tongue. She reached out and patted my hand. Her hand was rough and old. "It’s the moon goddess," Petra said. "She’s working through you. Healers always have the heavy dreams. It’s how the magic stays in your blood." "I don't think it's magic," I said. "It feels like grief." "You have us," Petra said. "I know," I said. I tried to smile. "I’m lucky." "You are," Petra said. "Now, give me some of that mint tea. My stomach is acting up again."

Now they were ash. When I finally calmed down enough to look at Colton — really look at him — I saw something I wasn’t ready for. Pain. Longing. A desperate ache that made my chest tighten. He wanted to be the one comforting me. He wanted to be the one I ran to. He wanted to be the one I trusted. But I’m not ready for that. I’m not ready for him. I’m too broken for a mate bond. Too damaged for something that pure.

“She had to.” He reached out to grasp the shard — and the memory fought him. Pain seared his arm as the shard pulsed violently, trying to reject him. But Soreth held on, dragging it closer until the pain blurred into clarity. A final image burned behind his eyes: a man kneeling beside the Soulbound woman — his hand on her heart as he whispered something lost to time. And then she disintegrated into light. Soreth staggered back, breath ragged. The shard dissolved, leaving a thin scar of black across his palm — as though it had branded him.

Simple words that still made her heart skip every time he said them. “I love you too,” she whispered back before pulling him down for another kiss. As they drifted toward sleep wrapped in each other’s arms, Raya thought about how strange life was, how pain could lead to beauty, how betrayal could lead to trust, how a decision to get a tattoo could lead to finding your soulmate. She fell asleep with Tobi’s heartbeat against hers and his breath warm on her skin, two damaged people finding wholeness in each other’s broken places. ____ Six months later...

That year, I fell in love. I watch as the stars glow and the wind howled. It's as if I'm still here, body, mind, and soul. Even in the afterlife, he has so much of me. Does he even think of me? When he learned of my demise, did he even shed a tear? I shook my head as memories start to flood all over again. Flashes of our days together, me and Devon running down the stairs of the school's fire exit so he could kiss me deeply and whisper things like, "God you're so beautiful Hannah, I'm so crazy for you..." and I would kiss him back with the same need and passion because I felt it. He was beautiful, magnificent, he was my soulmate...but, why am I alone now? Cold and dead and he was there slumb

He quickly grabbed the sharp knife in his coat with his other hand and attack Zitrey, however as quick as lightning his opponent get a hold of his hand once again, without even blinking and taking away her gaze at Z. Since awhile ago, when X kicked this scaredy-cat's ass, her stare didn't leave at Z's nape as it shows a peculiar tattoo; a silver moon with a skull inside of it. The skull was penetrated by a dark blue bullet on its frontal lobe. Black clouds surround the skull and the silver moon as if it symbolizes 'death' or 'darkness'. Seeing this Zitrey cold expression became darker. "X sort out your things immediately." their Boss commanded. He still wears that warm aura yet has a cool an

The tattoo had been left to heal, and remaining true to the promise I made him, I hadn’t looked at it; no matter how much I was itching to. Gulping, I closed my eyes as he gently peeled off the plaster. “This is my way of claiming you, Rose,” he said and kissed the exposed skin of my shoulder. He removed the bandage, and I slowly opened my eyes. On their own accord, my hands came up and covered my mouth as a gasp escaped my lips when I saw the beautiful drawing that had taken over the hideous scar. It was a motorcycle lost to time and consumed but a wildflower bush. The vines wrapped the metal in their embrace, and big red roses bloomed around it, claiming it. Right next to it lay a huge gra