Soul Marked Novels & Stories

I glance around again, but the wolves are utterly focused on her, ears pricked forwards, bodies tense with attention. “Listen to your soul bonds,” she continues. “They will lead you to your mates.” What? What’s a soul bond? Something stirs in the depths of my memory, but I can’t quite grasp it. “Your mates are waiting for you. Go now and complete the bond.” My heart sparks painfully in my chest. Zahra. That must be why Zanthe is here too. Thor whines softly beside me, restless and eager. “To unite the kingdoms and vanquish the darkness.”

Samael growled, “we will mark each other, as we are meant to be.” Lucan’s voice echoed in Samael’s mind, urging him forward. "Claim him now. He belongs to us." Morgan’s growl was deep, feral. "Mark him as ours." Samael bared his teeth, and without hesitation, he sank them into Allistair’s left chest, marking him for eternity. Allistair gasped, feeling the powerful rush of Samael’s essence flood into him. On Allistair’s chest, Samael’s mark appeared, a complex, glowing symbol that represented Lucan, Morgan, and Lucifer. The mark was that of a beast’s claw intertwined with the archangel's wings, glowing with an ethereal light that radiated power. Allistair’s form trembled as he, too, marked Sa

"The dark gods..." He coughed. Then forced the final words out. "They have already marked your soul."

Her oxygen saturation was flawless. ​"She’s medically perfect," Aris said, his voice trembling. "According to the machines, she isn't in distress. She isn't even sick. But I can feel the heat from three feet away. It’s as if her soul is on fire, but her body hasn't realized it yet." ​"It’s the Mark," I growled, the vibration rattling my own teeth. "Our mother said it was killing her. Elena said it was a trigger."

He was feeling like any magician spelled a magic to bring this fairy on earth that appeared all of sudden here out of nowhere. Her curly, shiny hair, hazy almond eyes, black shiny eye lashes, and dark Kajol in her eye line, her pink blushing cheeks, standing slim nose, juicy lips, there was a small mole on the left side of her lower lip, dimple on her right cheek, her slim neck, rounded contour mature breast, slim waist, her jersey fitted shirt was making her beauty more prominent. Rakesh was like totally lost in the world of beauty, allure, mojo and sensuality.

After she had ran away from the pack, she didn’t expect to run so far into the territory of the Blood Moon pack. ‘It’s just my luck’ She frowned. What would she do if Blake agreed to the trade? She would have to return to her pack. She would have to continue being his doormat and he could continue being the arrogant, narcissist devil that she thought him to be. Alas, she had no other way out. Ruax had gotten a meeting arranged for that very evening. He was excited as a child, he could not wait to get his hands on that little stone. The hearthstone was usually acquired by huge packs as it would be used as a way to punish souls who did them wrong. They would trap the soul into the stone and it

Though the more terrifying thought- perhaps I was just doing better? It had been a while since I had been to a club myself. Perhaps I could do this with three birds and one stone instead. Perhaps I could get my d*ck wet while also being lectured and getting my questions answered. I found myself growing eager for tonight's events. While I wasn't exactly looking forward to my brother scolding me. I was looking forward to finding a hot new mark. I like to think of my conquests as marks. Similar to a hitman. I find the person I want, then make them want to come with me. I've never been denied once. I have fame and good looks to thank for that. I know I probably come off as being vain, but in act

Anything old enough to cut through spell or soul. But nothing I knew would work. This wasn’t madness. This wasn’t magic. This was recognition. She leaned forward. Dipped her soot-stained fingers to her chest—just beneath the collarbone. Right above the spiral. She marked herself. One black crescent. Not ritual. Not for show. A memory trying to find its way back. The soot clung like ink. Her ribs pulsed once. She closed her eyes. And for one second—just one—her face cracked open.

Nicholas " You think Apphia is a marked wolf?" I repeat. “ We don't think. We are sure,” Mom says. I need help understanding. I look at them for elaboration. " A marked wolf is a shifter with divine powers. They possess powers that transcend human understanding," Dad explains. My mother sighs and relaxes in the chair as she begins to explain.

He sighed. “You’ve probably been weakening little by little this whole time. When you meet your mate, your soul reaches out to its other half. That’s the pull. You can feel each other because your soul recognizes its other half. When you join with your mate in that most intimate way, it starts the soul-bonding process. It’s why people mark each other while having sex, usually the first time after finding each other. Your soul is reaching out, kind of like an open wound. Completing the matebond—marking each other and joining souls—is how it will heal. You need to mark each other quickly, or you’ll continue to weaken. Your wolf will continue to fade until he’s gone for good.”