Imprinted Life Novels & Stories

Lord helped me it wasn’t. It was Tommy. Heat filled my chest. I picked up the phone to my ear. “I think you’ve imprinted on me.” The world tilted. “That’s impossible,” I said, my voice analytical. “I didn’t mark you. Imprinting without claiming is unlikely.” Tommy exhaled. “Truly a genius in one field might be a dullard in another,” he said. He jumped into an explanation. About how while having sex, biting could trick the brain into marking hereby leading to imprinting.

The idea of my father telling me how people mate was just … Yeah … Just! “Okay,” He sighed. “How much do you know about beasts finding their mates?” He frowned and I realized that this conversation was just as uncomfortable for him as it suddenly was for me, so I shivered again. “NO! Not that!” He frowned. “When a beast sees their mate they imprint on them. It is totally out of their control. It just happens. From that day on they are drawn to each other by what they call their mate bond.” I frowned again. “It’s like falling in love, but a hundred times worse.” He threw his hands in the air.

Calvin actually growls, eyes glowing. The Beta presses his palm against Edward's nose. To Victor's surprise, the Omega takes the bait, inhaling deeply. What’s going on? Edward and Calvin start circling each other, scanning up and down. Something clicks and Victor finally understands. They’re imprinting on each other. It’s so strange to see in the modern world, outside of a daytime soap opera. Imprinting is instinctual, something built into a wolf’s DNA. Science has yet to explain it. There’s something mysterious about it, a perfect storm of circumstances, and hormones.

The apartment had a musty smell, like stale concrete and yesterday's rain. It Didn't matter how many times you opened the windows. The smell stayed. It had opinions about the place, same as the mould creeping up the bathroom corner and the radiator that clanked every night around 2 a.m. like something trapped inside it. Liora pushed the door shut behind her. The lock made a tired click.

He could still feel the ghost of that last kiss, raw and desperate, burning through his thoughts like a flame he couldn’t extinguish. He stopped by the window, staring out at the city below - a sprawling maze of light and darkness. She’s out there, and I’m supposed to protect her. But how? The question clawed at him relentlessly. Jeremy’s thoughts turned to something ancient and profound - imprinting. The bond that could seal their fates together, binding two souls so closely that harm to one echoed through the other’s very being. If I imprint on her, no one could touch her without tearing through me, he mused. The protection would be absolute. The connection, eternal.

spreading a civilization that functioned like a massive, decentralized machine. Audrey sat within the "Grand-Refectory," a chamber where the walls were made of "Living-Copper" that recorded every new treaty in real-time. The Empire was a chaotic collection of "Guild-Worlds" and "Forge-Systems," each contributing a specific type of "Resonance" to the multiversal grid. There were no kings, only "Masters of the Works," and Audrey of Sector-7 was the first among equals. She spent her days balancing the "Pressure-Requirements" of a billion different realities, ensuring that no single universe became too dominant or too stagnant.

And hesitation, repeated often enough— Becomes fracture. Mara closed her eyes and extended her awareness through the lattice. She did not scan for structure. She scanned for warmth. For intention. Authentic bonds carried micro-variations no harmonic synthesis could fully reproduce. Tiny irregularities shaped by memory. Shared pain. Laughter. Touch. The predator’s mimicry lacked history. It could imitate waveform. Not meaning. She opened her eyes. “We counter with imprint.” Riven blinked. “Define that.” “We embed memory markers in pack resonance.”

“Mother, I can expl-“ “Xendith isn't my smartest son“ Mother says to Victony, cutting me off. “In fact, he's the most impulsive. He does a lot of things without thinking or considering anyone which is why I ask of you to face your anger solely on him“ What? “Besides, trying to attack either Kaia or her pup is a waste of time“ Mother adds. “Not only would I not let your men through or do both mother and pup have hybrid blood in their veins but the pup has also been imprinted on. It's mate would protect it with his life so either way it's a lose-lose situation for you“ “The Sturgeon moon pack sure is full of surprises“ Victony concludes.“Never have I ever heard of an imprinted pup before it's

he winks, husky with his words and I eyeroll impulsively. “Honestly, if I had known your libido was this overactive, I may have rethought marking you.” I giggle when I push him off, liking the fact that he hauls me straight back to him, always so eager to keep us joined by touch. Colton never likes to stray apart for long, the need to be beside me, hold me, overwhelms him and I guess it’s the same for me. Imprinting gives you this insane need to be together every second or else it doesn’t feel right. When we are close, or in the same space, we have to have contact, or it just feels wrong.

He could sense she was hiding something; something that would shatter her family, a secret about her sexuality. He let his mind wander to his god-pup again, how she fared at the moment, he still felt the bond with her because he had imprinted on her during her mother’s pregnancy and she was very much alive. Imprinting on a foetus or a newborn equaled a parent-child bond, it was only a mate-bond that overrode that bond. There was no doubt he would feel her death as much as he would feel the loss of a pup. He also observed recently that instead of the bond weakening as it had been doing in the past decade, it got stronger almost at the same time he met his mate.