Soul Marked Novels & Stories

Before I could even get up, Noelle burst into tears and threw herself into Marcus's arms. "Dad, Mom went crazy again. She wouldn't let us eat cake!" "Yeah! We got scared and tried to hide. She was chasing us, and then she fell down the stairs by herself." "Zoey." Marcus looked as if he was about to explode, but his expression quickly settled into something cold and controlled. "I think you've been cursed. You're losing your mind. I'll call the elders and have them take you to the altar to cleanse it." He pulled out his phone, but I snatched it away. Gritting through the pain, I forced myself upright and rasped, "I'm not crazy. And I'm not cursed."

As for Alpha William Keen he and his wolf Wayne are our mates as simple as that. As I’m talking to my wolf everyone around me is staring at my wolf, and she is a medium sized pure silver sparkling white wolf standing in front of them. Sunshine has a black crescent moon mark on the middle of her forward, and three black stars on her right hip that mirror my birth mark. The thing that everyone notices the most is the silver gray glowing eyes that are illuminating wherever they look, and without thought the Alpha as well as Westley shift. They both have jet black wolves, but Keens is larger then Westley’s. That’s not the only difference though, West has the three stars on his right hip just lik

she says quietly and rests her head on my shoulder. I kiss the top of her head and she waves to Monica, who waves back. My mother and Valerie turn to look back at us and notice Monica's daughter asleep in my arms. My mother meets my eyes and tears fill hers. I give a small smile and discreetly caress Kelly's stomach. "Would anyone like to say something about Sergeant Jamie Dawson before we lay her to rest," the priest asks. It goes quiet a moment, but no one stood up. I kiss Kelly's temple and walk up to the front of the church. I remove the medal I received for saving her life and place it on Jamie's casket.

Seiko’s gift will help guide each wolf spirit, in its own time, back to the goddess. One by one she’ll touch each departed brethren waiting for the signs of release of the wolf’s soul. From what I’ve seen, sometimes it takes seconds, others keen on staying part of this world take hours. It might sound like total bullshit, but at the time of release, the marks we all carry just above our hearts, the very same spot we also mark our mates, fade, with a final breath sneaking past their lips one last time. Though the contents exhaled in that breath aren’t visible, the disappearance of the mark is.

Leaning back in his chair, Lucifer crossed his arms and sighed. "Sophia Parks is marked because of her bright soul and nothing more. Being marked means that while she exists the possibility of Armageddon remains. It is her death that will be the commencement of it. You should keep her safe Faelon or your white-winged brethren will lock you away. You see, you are the one that will begin the downfall of the humans, it is your true destiny," He grinned happily. Shaking his head, Faelon looked down at the devil and exhaled harshly.

He smirks at me, turning to face me, crossing his arms over his chest. “The mark for death isn’t like a rash, or a mate mark. The mark of death is a taint on the victim’s soul. It corrupts them, so it makes it easier for the guardian to find them and take them out. But the guardian won’t just kill them, the guardian will consume the victim’s soul and will take it back to the one who made the mark. Can I remove it? Yes, I can, but it will come with a cost.” I look at Gaia and she shifts in her seat and Kronos notices it.

She turned around and pulled her hair to the side, exposing the back of her neck. Kaelan cursed under his breath. “Rhea, there’s a mark.” Her heart sank. “What do you mean, a mark?” “It’s... ancient,” he said, his fingers ghosting over the spot. “I’ve seen it before. It’s the symbol of the Soulmate Bond.” Rhea turned to face him, her eyes wide. “Soulmate Bond? What are you talking about?” Kaelan ran a hand through his hair, clearly agitated. “It’s a connection—something spiritual. It’s rare, but when wolves find their true mate, the bond manifests physically. That mark... it means you’re connected to someone.”

"I figured as much. Well, there isn't much to explain. I was asleep, and then I felt like I had woken up from a sorrowful dream. I was back inside Samael's castle, dressed in a fancy gown and left alone in the middle of the ballroom. I realised I couldn't move my legs, and that was when he appeared. He started talking about how I belonged to him and that he wouldn't ever let you take me from him. Then that witch appeared, and she began to sing as he kissed me. I felt like I was in transe, at least until I felt his fangs touch my neck and I heard your voice. He would have bit my neck if you and Vivienne had not of woken me up." "Cazzo! Merryn, he was going to mark you. To claim your soul as h

I asked him, my mouth salivating, and Theodore chuckled softly, caressing the lengths of my arms. “We mated directly, Serenity. We haven’t marked each other yet. And that makes you an easy target to attack. And your soul needs something to hold onto. Like wolves are possessive creatures, the human soul needs something to hold onto. Your body is preparing you to get ready for marking. And this heat will stretch until you bear my mark and then sink your own teeth in my shoulders. And with every passing second, it will only intensify.” He explained to me, his eyes struggling to stay gray, continuously shifting between golden and dark black.