Soul Marked Novels & Stories

And then we found her. At first, I thought it was just another lifeless body, a casualty of the chaos we had endured. But as we drew closer, the truth became apparent. She was young, her features strikingly beautiful, but there was something deeply unsettling about her. A strange mark adorned the back of her neck—a mark that glowed faintly, as though it were alive. "Spirits," one of the generals muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. I nodded, my jaw tightening. The mark was unmistakable. The body before us wasn't just a body—it housed the soul of a spirit. The realization sent a chill down my spine.

The lines twisted and flickered on my flesh, almost as if they were alive, burning like an old wound that refused to heal. Soren muttered a curse under his breath, fists clenched in anger. “That's definitely not just any marking.” He looked tense, eyes glazing over with memories. “I recognize it—it’s mentioned in those forbidden texts. It’s an ancient symbol that ties a person’s soul to a force greater than our understanding.” Ewen stepped closer, his expression thoughtful, weighing the implications. “So she’s bound to whatever's left that is on her. We have to figure out what it is, or it might consume her life.”

vaporous state. Gary laughs. - Only you can tell a joke in this place. - What can I say? I was not like that. It must be from the company. Gary can't resist and pulls him against his chest and captures his lips, while caressing the mark he had on his neck with his fingers. Lucifron shivers. - I didn't imagine that the mark would be sensitive without our earthly bodies. – Lucifron says. - This mark is visible on the body, but it's engraved on the soul. You are my soulmate. Of course, it will be visible and sensitive in the soul. How were we going to stay together even after death? You and I are, for all eternity, one.

Her heart was beating fast now and she closed her eyes to calm herself, her fingers still caressing the birthmark on her neck. Asher stared at his computer screen, waiting for a reply and when he couldn’t anymore. He concealed himself and teleported, appearing right behind her but invisible to human eyes. However, just like he anticipated, she turned back sharply, guess some things never change huh? He smiled, watching her, loving the way her eyeballs move around, searching for the unseen presence with her. His eyes went to the black crescent moon on her neck and he froze, she bears his mark? How, he has never seen or marked her in this life. But then he remembered, Soul-marking binds you th

Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to Y ou for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab." 

"That feeling like we've known each other forever?" I nodded, unable to speak for a moment. Because I did feel it. A connection deeper than friendship, stronger than anything I'd ever experienced. It was like recognizing a song you'd forgotten you knew, or coming home to a place you'd never been. "My mom says some people are meant to find each other," Ava continued, her voice soft and serious in that way kids get when they're sharing something important. "She says souls remember, even when our brains forget." "What do you mean?"

"When will we know it’s safe to touch her without destroying her?" "When she chooses us," I said, with a certainty that burned. "Only then." He watched as I took his place. As I kissed her. As I felt what he had felt. Her light was a fire, and we only knew darkness. And yet… she didn’t burn us. She revealed us. She made us vulnerable. The bond had already begun. Not in flesh. Not in blood. In the soul. And that union… was irrevocable.

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?

He said as he paused to know if I'm following. "They found out that day from a witch, that you’re the second chance mate of the exile alpha King who has been damned to eternal life till he finds his second chance mate. It didn't come as a surprise since he already marked you, what came as a surprise is the prophesy backing the marking that kept everyone on their toes". Prophesy, I remembered Jasper saying something like that. "The words are; "A child is born marked by a cursed It arrival is to redeem the cursed The cursed will be redeem and it lost glory will be restored,

His gaze was deep, as if he was taking in every inch of me, every feature, and committing it straight to memory. He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to mine. The lightning from my mark fucking exploded, sending sparks through my entire body again. But something was missing, something deep in my soul. At that moment I realized the mark was a physical thing. It makes my physical being weak to him. My body wanted him, but he doesn't feed my soul, he doesn’t feed the deeper side of me, only the carnal, physical side.