Soul Marked Novels & Stories

After a long pause, Donna's voice came through again, "There is! But I can only assist. Since he's just three years old and hasn't developed much yet, I can mark the part of his soul that drives his instincts. "You'll need to find a soul expert—ideally, someone skilled in soul healing. The success rate will be higher if they extract the marked part. "This won't completely restore him to a normal human soul, but at the very least, I can guarantee that he won't feel the instinctual hunger that drives him to kill." That was exactly what Felix needed. As long as the killing stopped, it would be enough. "There's got to be some risks, right?" he asked. "Of course. You know how complex the soul is.

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.”

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.

"Oh, you're mates," Markov said with certainty. "The bond is real. I can see it, feel it, practically taste it in the air between you. But it's not a traditional wolf mate bond. It's something else. Something I've only read about in the oldest texts." "What?" all three brothers demanded simultaneously. "A soul bond," Markov said. "Not species-specific. Not dependent on compatible animals or magic types. A bond of pure souls recognizing each other. Rare beyond measure. Only happens once every few centuries, if that."

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…