Soul Marked Novels & Stories

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.

, 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

“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? 👀

Right now, I needed to know what I was. More than anything. "Okay," I breathed. I wasn't even sure how long I had been gone by now, and I didn't care. I rocked on my heels, antsy to hear more. The woman who reminded me of a living piece of flora continued. "The Mark of Sina has been given to you. It resides in the flesh right behind your ear. From afar it appears as a beauty mark, but if you appear closely, it is undoubtedly a crescent moon."

I had to face this. Moratia stepped closer to Mizkeal. A train of thoughts hit my head and the moment she sank her fangs into his neck, they seized. I felt the surge of energy in my body, in Moratia’s soul, as though some passage had just opened up when she marked him and his soul was bleeding, blending into hers. But she didn’t let his soul even brush against mine. She had created clear boundaries between her and my soul. I felt Mizkeal lean closer to my neck as he planted a kiss.

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 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.

He was selfish and skillful, though she also had the brain, but she lacked the guts. “Does he have a soul?” Matilda cackled at her question, the cackle grew more stiff by the second, until she stopped. “Do you have a soul?” Matilda directed the question at her. “I already know the answer is, negative. Mark never had a soul to begin with, so why would he need one now?” Matilda bent down and pulled Mark up, but Sasha stopped her. “I'm just asking” Sasha was curious about Mark, was he going to be like the reckless Mark, or would she be able to control him?

I state flatly. This is not the right time to burn bridges, or I would have smacked him in the head. “How so?” Kaal asks, his brows lifted. “Shawn’s mate has the gift of Time Scent and Memory Echo.” Colin says in my stead, unknowingly putting a halt to a rather harsh reply from me. Kaal sits up straighter, his eyebrows shooting toward his hairline. Maureen adjusts in her seat, clearly intrigued. “Time Scent and memory echo, you say? That’s rare. What’s her lineage history?”