Matching Tattoos Soulmates Novels & Stories

Ivy He was going to soul mark me. I remember vaguely sometime ago what a soul mark was. It was the deepest commitment two mates can have. It’s not just marking your mate’s body but rather marking her soul in a way that binds both the mates’s souls together for an eternity. As such, when one mate dies, the other mate is bound to die too because the pain tatters the soul in a way that couldn’t be survived.

With a snort, I said, “No way in hell will I ever get a High Cliff tattoo.” Her eyebrows lifted over my judgmental tone. “Fine,” she said, notching up her chin loftily. “If you need proof you can see with your own ignorant, unmarked eyes, I’ll give you proof.” She pointed toward her temple. “Tap it five times. Only my soul mate and I can make the mark respond.” I eased a step back, eyeing the tattoo untrustingly. “Respond how?” A smile lit her face, transforming her irritated features into one of pure beauty and reassurance. “Don’t worry, my love. It won’t hurt you.”

My blood ran cold. That totem was identical to the unique mark on Rocco's chest, the one that represented our eternal Mate Bond. Only true mates received such a mark—a symbol of blended souls, a lifelong promise. And now, she had tattooed it onto her own skin. And Rocco had allowed it. I put down my phone and called the pack's tattoo artist. "Luna Caterina? It's so late. Is everything alright?" Samuel, the artist, sounded exhausted. "Samuel, I need to book an appointment for a tattoo removal."

Only some family members know of the truth but we’re all sworn to a blood oath of secrecy. But anyways these marks are shared by soulmates the reason why you semi hate other men's touch is because I'm your soulmate you don't want anyone's touch but mine. But normally the marks only come when I mark you with a bite specially when you are human. It doesn’t change you to be one of us if I only do the mate bite. Only normally Lycans inner wolves will tell you mate when you found your soulmate but sometimes it’s different because the moon goddess sometimes has tricks up her selves specially if there’s other supernatural and or human mates. For example the tattoos are given when lycans mate or whe

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 spoke in a polite tone, and the nicer-looking one smiled at me. "I'd like a…" his eyes searched my name tag. "... Kenna special. Is that on the menu?" He cracked a smile at the end. I couldn't help but chuckle at his corniness. "Smooth," I said in an amused voice, and he laughed. "I'm Brian, by the way. This is my best mate, Sean." He introduced both himself and his friend, and I saw that his friend looked like he wanted to be anywhere else than here. "Okay. Hi, there, and as you already know, I'm Kenna the waitress." I played it out as a joke.

My ears rang. I stood there, paralyzed. A soulmate mark is the ultimate bond. Sharing it meant severing our tie, tearing my soul in half, and shoving it into another woman's body. For any bonded mate, it was the ultimate humiliation. Seeing me hesitate, Zale quickly stepped closer.

"Mr. Greenwood, I do." Arnold's eyes were wet as he gripped my hand tight, as if he were holding the whole world. He slid the ring onto my finger, then bent down and kissed me—soft, slow, full of love. Behind us, Bailey's cries tore through the air. But none of that had anything to do with me anymore. I changed my course and ran toward my love and my new future. The sun was warm, the sea breeze gentle. And I knew that this time, I married my soul mate.

"Well hello Tania. I am Michael's cousin. About the tattoos, we put them there as a symbol of our loyalty to our fiancees. See we all know the myth of wolves being mated to one wolf for live. So we decided that having this will be as good a sign of loyalty and commitment." Wow! I must admit that Gunther is smart. I did not know how I was going to explain anything to Tania. I heard Hermes snicker but everyone ignored him. I know he is purposefully avoiding eye contact with Tania, for fear of not being able to resist the mate pull. "Damnit Summer. Looks like all these guys are loyal to their girlfriends. So why bring them along just to tease me?" "No darling my cousin Hermes in the car there d

I say carefully, “we place our hand over the marking spot—usually the shoulder or collarbone. Our magic flows into our mate, and theirs flows into us. It creates a mark that looks like a tattoo.” Her eyes widen. “A magical tattoo?” “Exactly.” I pull out my phone and scroll to a picture I’ve seen a hundred times, my dad’s mark on his shoulder, a swirling pattern of light and shadow intertwined with my mom’s. I turn the screen toward her. “This is my dad’s,” I say softly. Raven’s breath catches. “It’s beautiful,” she whispers. “It’s permanent,” I add. “It’s sacred. It’s… everything.” She looks up at me, eyes shining. And the matebond hums between us, warm, steady, patient. Not rushing. Not dem