Soul Marked Novels & Stories

She nods, “Sex is a very intimate experience. So when soulmates take that step it tends to bring our souls closer together. But marking our soulmates completes the bond entirely. Once it’s completed we would always feel what each other feels, always be able to find one another, and can even speak telepathically. We would be one, mind, body, and soul.” “Wait, I’d be able to read your mind?!” I shriek. She nods. “Okay, I’m seeing some perks to this. I have to admit, this all does sound nice. I mean, always being able to understand each other and have open communication. This Goddess sounds pretty smart.” She chuckles, “I’m sure she’d love to hear that.” “What does marking mean?” I ask curiousl

The agony of losing the connection to his soul is paralyzing, but not nearly as much as the horror and terror I feel towards him. I have been a fool. A young, stupid fool. Looking up at Mirabella, she grabs my shoulders firmly and holds me up, "You are safe, sister. We will protect you." "...have made a terrible mistake-" "No. You have not," Her eyes gleams with hope. It's something I used to see in my eyes long ago... "For you are Marked. And he is Marked." It's true. He and I completed our Nexus after the twins had been born. I had let him Mark my soul and I Marked his. We are fully mated, both in body and soul.

She snarls in a promising tone as the color of her eyes resemble black ink. “I look forward to it,” chuckling as he walks back to me, he leans over my body and presses his clawed finger on the top of my forehead, “with thisss mark, you will belong to the Ssscourage for all eternity.” He mutters as he pierces my skin and begins to carve out his mark on my flesh. I writher and scream as my blood suddenly begins to feel like it is on fire. Arching my back off the table, my eyes snap open with a blazing white light that blinds me, and I feel my soul depart my body.

I tugged my shirt back down. “That’s what I wanted to show you, Luna. You were right when you said it was like a beacon. It is. It was a stamp on you, proclaiming you as some sought after demonic entrée, if you will. Your soul emanates from the Mark like blood in the water.” “So I’m chum.” “Yep. You’re chum.”

’ I ask with a hopeful voice. ‘Actually, there is. Mates are supposed to mark each other as the owners of each other’s souls. If I give you my mark, then you will become an immortal. You will not become a demon or anything, you will just be enhanced, you will not remain a normal human.’ He explains calmly but this time, he has an emotion I can’t quite decipher on his face. I think he is trying to hide something from me and I am going to find that thing.

Theo discards the glass and walks towards my direction, he gives me a small smile while taking hold of my hand. "I have marked her" he says with a deep breathe. "What!" Everyone shouts in unison. "Theo that's not even possible" Luna Iris is quick to say with worry in her eyes, "I have marked her soul mother and soon I'll mark her flesh as well" he briefs his statement. "That is not how it works in our world" dad takes a step forward, his eyes filling with annoyance. "Don't lead it too far boy that returning back might hurt more than imaginable" dad warns.

I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.

When I arrived at the Wildlands, I found Sabrina barely recognizable. The place was overrun by rogues, and for a weak woman like her, she had no choice but to sell her body to survive. She was a shadow of her former self, chained by the ankles and trembling in a corner. When Sabrina saw me, she was already half out of her mind, staring at me for a long time before snapping awake like from a dream. Then, she crawled desperately to my feet like I was her last lifeline.

“Louder this time. The walls listen.” I swallowed. “Our bodies are vessels,” I recited, voice obedient, familiar words scraping my throat. “Our blood is borrowed. Our breaths are offerings. We are the chosen keepers of the Mark, the last gate between this world and the hunger beneath it.” “And the Mark?” she prompted. The skin on my left shoulder prickled as if it heard her. “The Mark is not a curse,” I said. “The Mark is the seal.” Mother Elara’s gaze softened, but not with affection. With reverence. With fear.

Eventually, the two halves will become whole… with a single intimate act. Based on a nosey young girl’s questions on the matter, it was found that soulmates could feel each other when in the same vicinity. A beacon, of sorts. This beacon draws them closer until they find each other. This pulsating warmth, that thumps relentlessly in the chest of the pairs,… is an encouraging nudge to follow the bond to their destined mate. This is often used to draw two souls together across distance, but it does not dim after this initial meeting. It grows stronger until one half of the pair can find the other half—no matter where they are. Although this warmth is able to be ignored, the loss of warmth leav