Soul Marked Novels & Stories

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

The engagement ring shimmered under the light. "Why is this still on my finger?" I whispered. Before Michael could speak, Maria chuckled, shaking her head like she had been waiting for this moment. "Oh, Brenda," He sighed dramatically, giving Maria a smirk. "Do you even look at yourself in the mirror when you wake up? Babe, you’ll be twenty-seven this year. You’re not as fresh and beautiful as you think." He scoffed, eyes gleaming with cruelty. "I’m actually doing you a favor. You’re outdated, Brenda. It’s time to wake up."

Lunessa's POV “No. No, no. This can't be happening…” I whispered. I shut my eyes tightly. Just a trick of the light, but when I opened them again, the mark was still there. A mating mark, but not just any mark. This one was different. It didn’t resemble the marks I’d seen on others, it shimmered faintly beneath my skin, pulsing with an unfamiliar energy. I collapsed to the floor. What kind of twisted joke was this? Who disappears after a night like that, leaving nothing but a mark that felt like it bound my soul?

Then the vision snapped, and the illusion darkened again. “It cannot be killed,” she said. “Only returned.” “Returned where?” Kael demanded. “To the mark.” He frowned. “You mean, me?” She nodded once. “It was born from the first mark. To end it, the vessel that bears the last must consume it.” Lira stepped closer. “That’ll kill him.” “Perhaps,” said the shadow-Evelyn. “But if he doesn’t, it will devour everything else.” Kael’s pulse quickened. The mark on his chest burned hotter now, threads of light creeping down his arm. He could feel the Warden’s presence pressing at the edges of his mind, vast, ancient, and hungry.

44 As we walked on following Diana, she suddenly came to a stop. We noticed that we had gone far and deep into the forest. "Why are we stopping here?" Pablo asked. "Well, the map comes to a stop here first." Diana answered. "What do you mean?" Freddy asked. "There are five marked points in the map. The first four are named as tasks while the last one is named, home to the mad." Diana explained. "Here, check if the book says something about the marked spots." Diana said, handing Pablo the book.

I can’t fail. He drops his head to my forehead as tears stream down my cheeks. I can’t let him down. Ryan would have won. He would have achieved what he wanted to. “I will mark him” Suri stepped forward as I snapped my head towards him. She is a rogue wolf. It would be something that shouldn’t be happening. “I can mark him, then reject him, right?” “No. You are not marking anyone,” Martin steps in, grabbing her wrist. “You said it yourself. Your souls get bound to the person you mark. You can’t do that,” he says as I turn to Lucius. martin is right and now that leaves me.