Platonic Soulmates Novels & Stories

He sat comfortably again and began, "Ok. Now that I established I am a werewolf, let me tell you why you are here." Now that caught my attention. "The moon goddess, the goddess who created us, had also created a soul mate for each of us. Simply called a mate." he waited so that I was able to catch up. I nodded for him to continue." A soul mate is your other half. You cannot live without him or her. He or she is able to calm each other by just a touch or their scent." he paused again to make sure I was able to comprehend. As he saw the understanding face he continued.

Even if that’s my motive, it’s nothing unusual. “How do I explain this? Mmmm okay let’s see. Soul mates are two people, male and female who care so much about each other, love each other so much, they can always feel what each of them is feeling. Be it pain or happiness.” He explained softly but in a well accented confident tone and I watched as the twins digested this news in silence. And then… “You mean like Erica and I? I always feel her pain every time she is not happy.” My boy pointed out and I almost laughed when a surprised look came into my husband’s eyes.

—Since my grandfather died, that house has been left alone, just like this one —he points to the house behind him— My uncle Kayler only comes on holidays, like Christmas or summer. "It would be great to live in a place like this," she sighed, looking at the lake and the trees around her. —And you haven't seen the moon when it's reflected in the water. I imagined it and it seemed magical to me. —Things happen at the least expected moments —he says— do you believe in soul mates? In math? I frowned. -What is matte? "Soul mates," he replies. -I did not know, I did not know it. —They are people who are destined for your life and arrive at the least expected moment, or when you thought there was n

"What is an erasthai?" "Soulmates are two souls that fit together perfectly. Werewolves have soulmates. Erasthais are two pieces of one soul. It's a bond deeper than a soulmate," I replied, my voice coming out uncharacteristically soft. "Lycans have erasthais." Katerina looked at me, her eyes holding intense emotions I couldn't identify. But from the bond we had formed over time, I could feel that she was overwhelmed by them right now. "And I'm your...we're...?"

I heard his father call again and I silently prayed that he went to his father instead. Mates were destined soulmates that supernatural had from their moon goddess. It was a gift that showed them who were going to be their partner for a lifetime. Mates are bonded by the mate bond who intensifies their feelings for each other and make sure they crossed paths no matter what. Mates could off course be rejected but no one has ever done that as far as I knew. I found it stupid for their life source to be connected with each other, which makes one mate turn rogue and die immediately after the death of their partner. Even a rejection of the mateship from one end was enough to make the other run mad

I asked eagerly. "It's more of a transfer," he explained. "We would transfer the genes to a vessel and distribute it to our army." My heart sank. "Would you be the vessel?" I asked, afraid of the answer. "Of course not," he retorted. "It has to be a transfer based on love. Our vessel would be Trevor Coleman." I stared at him in shock. "What do you mean?" I asked, struggling to comprehend his words. Well," he said, a twisted grin on his face. "We both know that he will come after you. And I'll be waiting for him. Both of you would die on the day of the blood moon. A perfect love story."

I was a force on my own. "You're not a victim," he said, the words a low whisper, full of a genuine realization. "You never were. I've been so focused on keeping you safe that I forgot you know how to fight your own battles. And you fight them better than I ever could have." He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from my face. "I love you," he said, "but this is different. This is... I am so proud to be your partner, Alexa." The word partner held so much more weight now. It wasn't just about love or romance. It was about a shared life, a true alliance. We had gone from two broken individuals, fighting to escape our pasts, to a powerful team. And for the first time, I felt like ou

Mates are true love, they are the one that should be there for each other after the souls, if a soul ground you to the earth then a mate is the love of your life that would make your life totally perfect. I had my soul, I had my mate, but the problem was that my mate shared the same soul with me, I liked Milo, I could have survived having him as my mate, but not over the fact that he took my soul from me, she loves him, she adore Milo, all she wants is Milo, even when she’s around me, even when it’s just the two of us, she still wants Milo, she cries out for him, she wants him, she only wants him, never me.

Those who are deprived of the blessing and do not have the soulmate mark, are born as runts and do not possess pure affinity. Those are the pitiful children, from whom even the moon turned its eyes away. It goes on about soulmates being a super important part of life and how their love is like the tides rising in the ocean, vast and present for as long as the moon continues to shine. I snort, turning the page “Sounds like a load of bullshit.”

Faith was confused. “Four pillars. Mental, emotional, physical, spiritual. When you have all four of those categories in your relationship in a positive state, in a happy state, that’s a healthy and loving and well-balanced relationship. What some might call 'soulmates'. I refer to it as the four pillars.” “Four pillars,” Faith repeated. “I really like that.” They talked a bit more, then Jandy had to run. “I’ve got a conference call with my biggest fabric supplier in about ten minutes. But listen, Faith. Stay open to this new relationship. I know it’s probably a little scary, but it sure sounds worth it.”