Soul Marked Novels & Stories

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?

It was a vow from one soul to another. The kind of mark that doesn't wash off. Not in this life or in the next.

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?”

Malachor murmured, his voice a low rumble vibrating against her ear, close enough that she felt the warmth of his lips brush the shell. “Yes,” she replied, her voice soft, carrying a fullness she hadn't known before. He didn't move, didn't press. His hand remained steady, thumb tracing a subtle circle over her sternum, the motion igniting a spark low in her belly. Elizabeth swallowed, her pulse quickening as she focused inward. There, beneath her collarbone, a subtle thrum pulsed—a mark, invisible yet insistent, like a thread woven into her veins. It connected her to him, this quiet energy that made her skin tingle where they touched.

I don't know how I am looking but with the horrid expressions on Alex and Joanna’s I may be looking like a fool and shit. “ E…E…Ezra, H..He…Is W…with…M..Mitchell.” I don't know how I uttered these words as my eyes are closing on their Accord and all I can see is blackness and their voices are absurd. I welcomed the darkness which was calling me and I happily welcomed it and kept falling and falling till I felt peace. “ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.”

She was sort of my soul mate. Yes that is her!!! We understand each other blindly and we have an incredibly strong bond with each other. She always gets my full attention when we are in the same room together and I always try to accommodate her needs. If she's happy, so am I, and if she's not, I'll try my best to change it, like tonight. The chemistry between Josie and I is also right, we even have the same sense of humor and I can laugh with her at the dumbest jokes like no other person. Josie manages to see my world with different eyes and she shows me a new way, her way. I am not perfect. Absolutely not. I've had so many women and no one has been able to see inside me. I hurt many, no mos

He said with a gentle smile on his face and somehow those words and that smile enlightened a feeling in their hearts that they were unable to describe. "For our Sect, For our Master," Marco said, taking out his sword from its scabbard and raising it in the air followed by the other three. All of the disciples were wearing their sect's uniform while those from clans had a small flag of their clan wrapped around their upper right arm. The exact place where the soulmate mark will be engraved. This action symbolizes the love they have for their clans is more than the love they will have for their soul mates. The four disciples bowed at their Master one last time before rushing to the barrier whe

’ I stare at him pleadingly. “I would love nothing more, but there’s something I need to warn you about. If I mark you, you will go into heat. A heat is a week-long period of time when the marked mate feels excruciating pain and it can only be stopped by mating. Mating means… having sex. You see, marking is a way to bind the separated halves of the soul, but they’re not merged into one yet. During mating, the souls connect and are finally made one. After binding the souls with the marking, the separated halves demand being joined and that’s why the mates go into a heat. It’s so they complete the process of merging their souls into one, like they once were.” Lorenzo explains, running his fing