Greek Mythology Soulmate Novels & Stories

I turn to Micheal and say "Help me explain this? Without freaking him out?" Micheal nods and says "Okay, well the first thing that you should know is that the Amore are basicly the same thing as a soulmate. They are paired together by the moon goddess herself. So rejecting your Amore is an insult to the goddess herself. Some people may still reject their Amore, but the way that we were raised we know that your amore is your other half, you will never feel whole on your own." He pauses and then adds "Do you understand so far?"

I’m so stunned by her change in demeanor that I contemplate mind linking my brother until that thought is interrupted by her beautiful voice. “Madison you can keep your tainted Alpha and fuck him all you want. I Luna Gemma Rose Killian, reject Alpha William Keen of the Midnight Crescent Pack as my fated mate. I hereby choose Wesley Keen as my chosen mate and my second in command, with the powers given to both of us by the Moon Goddess she hereby blesses our wolves with a special link unbreakable by anyone but the Moon Goddess herself.”

They value and also preserve our cultural heritage and share our stories with others, taking great pride in our unique identity and traditions. Then came the section about mates, and my heart slowed. The Moon Goddess bestowed each wolf and Lycan a soulmate at birth, a single soul tied to theirs. Their destined mate. The bond was sacred, unbreakable. But rejection. I swallowed. The words felt heavy. Although rejection was possible, it involved unbearable emotional and physical agony. Many who attempted it never survived. Only Alphas, with their extraordinary strength, could endure the pain, but even they felt its brutal weight. I exhaled shakily and continued reading.

She does smell the way you'd expect your mate to smell, but Maverik hasn't claimed her," Cruz explained, further confusing me. "Mate?" I tilted my head to the side, accidentally grazing Dane's shoulder in the process. Although he had let me go, he still remained within my personal space. "It's like what you humans call a soulmate, only so much more. A mate is the other half of your soul, a gift bestowed upon you by the goddess Selene. When we find our mate, they consume our entire being. It's a bond unlike any other, but you wouldn't understand that," Cruz explained, reverting back to his cold and assertive self. "Why are you here?" he directed his question at Amaya.

He got up and made his way back to his desk, then gave his simple and blunt reply, “Then it was not Selene's plan, Son.” Selene was the name of our moon Goddess. Legends had it, that she planned out all of our future mates. She tried to pair up one werewolf with another that would complement them perfectly and make them stronger. It was said that she picked out the most ideal person for you, so that your bond would never be broken.

“No, I’m not. I’m just explaining our kind's history. Unlike humans, we actually have reasonable evidence to support our deity’s existence. One of those things being… destined mates.” “Destined mates?” “A destined mate is… someone chosen by the Goddess to be your other half. A soul mate,” he explained. “The Moon Goddess saw to it that our kind never had to suffer alone. So she created two halves of our souls. Upon finding the other half, we are instantly connected to them. It’s why you feel and experience all the things you do around me. I feel them too.” I’d already thought werewolves were something out of a fantasy book, but now there were soul mates? Someone who was apparently irrefutably

She says, smiling at her sister. “Why do you keep making between species matepairs when you clear as day can see there’s a war coming over them.” Caspian asks, grabbing my hand on the table. “Because they are important, Caspian. You and Athena are a soulmatch, which means I did not have a choice in pairing you. You would have found each other even if I had given you other mates, and you would have rejected them for each other. I decided to do everyone a favor and just pair you two together.”

Not that that has ever stopped Lorcan from doing whatever the hell he wants. “I know,” Lorcan rolls his eyes. “Restriced, whatever. Anyway, I remember seeing something about soulmates. We all know that wolves are given mates by the Moon Goddess, souls that entwine for the rest of their lives. But did you know that there are such things are eternal mates?” Eternal mates? I’ve never heard of any such thing, and by the look on everyone else’s faces, they haven’t either. “What the hell are eternal mates, and why have we never heard of this before?”

Taking a seat on one of the stools, I opened it up and turned the pages to Lycanthropy. I had already learned about their powers and abilities from my previous read. So I skipped those pages as well, hunting for the answers Zeus refused to deliver himself but through this book. On the third chapter, the mention of soulmates caught my attention. Celebrated among the werewolf kind, soulmates are those rare individuals whose spirits are inextricably linked. They share an unbreakable bond that transcends time and distance, marked by profound emotions, telepathic connections, and a shared destiny.

I never played with the other deities, just staying in my corner and sulking because if I took part, I’d blow up in anger over something petty. Mother had always wondered about Michael and Hera. Hera was paired with Michael after they had spent many years together before soul-bonding was created for the gods. They were ecstatic once they found out they were truly fated soul mates. The only problem being, they never conceived a child once Mother had paired them together. That proved wrong today.