Soul Marked Novels & Stories

The classification goes like this: 1. Soul warriors. When the mark appeared on their bodies, they became soul warriors. Soul warriors are warriors born to fight and protect their pack and alpha. There are three divisions of soul warriors. The first had their marking located on their left shoulders, gifted with silver claws and bite. They were called Silver Souls. Similar to how silver affects most supernaturals, their claws and bites were deadly. They were strong, really.

Rose blushed before shifting her attention back to the conservation. "A marking is much more than just a claim love. It is the connection of two soul. When a mates marks another, their soul becomes one. Once mates mark one another, they cannot undo it. They are bound with them for the rest of their life. Marking is like the mating of soul." Zachariah informed her. "That's intense." Rose said, after few seconds. She always thought marking is just about a claim but it is much more than it. "It is." Zachariah agreed.

Mark asserted. “Okay,” Olivia replied while Mark transported back to his place on the earth. He snapped his finger and the other scroll appeared in his hand. He read about the details of the soul, which were imprinted there. As he was walking through the street, he was pushed by a stranger man on the footpath. He turned to look and apologized. The man was in a hurry so, did not reply to Mark.

I yell to Micheal, he follows my instructions in seconds. While I do the only thing I can think of, the only spell I know. It is a soul marker, intended for parents to mark their children so that they can be found easily if they are ever lost. It is like a GPS for the soul. I am hoping it will work here, it should, if they have entered her mind in the same way I have. Once we leave, I should be able to sence them, we an track them down, and punish them for harming my love.

, glowing faintly along the side of my neck, was a mark. Not mine. Not my kind. It curled in silver and gold, inkless but impossibly vivid, a design older than any language I knew, shaped like a claw threaded through a sunburst of stars. My breath caught, chest suddenly too tight. No. No… that couldn’t be. My fingers lifted, brushing the skin and power sang beneath it. A deep, resonant hum that answered something buried in my bones. The Soulclaw Mark. The one written in the old songs. The one whispered in broken ruins and half-burned books. A bond not born of instinct or timing, but of destiny. A mark tied to a woman prophesied to awaken the bones of the world and reshape it with breath and

Alone. Marked.

“You do know you can communicate with your minds right?” I swallowed dryly, my voice coming out in a whisper, “yes, I know that. But I thought it was something normal that came with being marked. I thought everyone got to experience that with their mates.” “No,” she shook her head, “it’s not ‘normal’. And not everyone gets to experience it. By marking you in the old ways, and in front of witnesses, he has tied his soul to yours forever and created a bond that cannot be broken by rejection, death, or even the goddess.

💣 Suspense Builder Okay but can we TALK about the timing? Locked up. Possibly pregnant. Giovanni gone. Marco planning something. Do you really think all of that is a coincidence? 👀

The fabric pools at my feet. Then a voice cuts through the stillness. “Sister!” I turn to Pelin. Her eyes are fixed on me, wide, burning with a shock she cannot speak. She has seen them. The scars. Glowing in the moonlight. Not just that I am marked but Marked twice.