Soul Marked Novels & Stories

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.

I waved back at him and then signaled him to stay where he is because first I need to get Ethan’s soul and then only I would be able to kill Gael. I turned and then walked to the mirror, I made a gesture with my hand that released power, and eventually, it opened. I looked at those bottles carefully, there were many and I was looking for one specific bottle. I tried to remember the words that Ethan had said to me in the basement. “THE DEVIL HAS CAPTURED MULTIPLE SOULS IN MANY OF THE SAME BOTTLES BUT HE KEEPS A MARK ON EACH SOUL.” The light popped up in my mind, “The mark…” and then I started looking for a black mark on the bottles. After looking for a while carefully, finally I found one.

she began, “you marked me as your wolf mate. But for us, for the Fae, we mark each other as soulmates.” I leaned back, standing up straighter as I listened to her. “The wolf mark,” she continued, “is an external mark. You can give it to anyone, fated or chosen, and you could technically mark more than one mate in your lifetime, if you were to lose your first mate. But for Fae, we mark each other’s soul, and we only have one mark to give, and we can only give it to our soulmate.” “So I have to give you this soul mark?” I asked, and she nodded. “But I’m not Fae,” I pointed out.

Oh my beloved, now I can trust that admiration is not a mirage. Thanks for giving me the sight of God's most beautiful creation. Which retainer needs to attend a crusade if they get your accommodation. My colorless life is now fully colored, more than the rainbow. The meaningless soul is expected to be this divine soul's shadow. After being feast on those eyes, my existence is triumphant now. Realm of beauty, I want to present myself to you as a bestow. <><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul'

“They recognize you.” “Not me,” Veyra said. “What I carry.” She glanced at the faint gold still lingering beneath her skin, where the Vein’s mark had burned her. The Choir’s song shifted — now words were forming, fragmented and distorted, but clear enough to grasp. The current remembers. The Soulbound stirs. The cycle breaks. The sound pressed against her skull until her knees almost buckled. She forced herself upright, her voice cutting through the rising resonance. “Where is she?”

the Elder whispers in horror. Maverick’s entire body goes rigid. “Carries what?” he growls impatiently. Elder Miriam slowly lifts her terrified gaze toward him. “The mark of the cursed bond.” Silence. Complete silence. Even Selene looks shocked now. “What cursed bond?” Maverick asks dangerously. The Elder releases my wrist immediately like my skin burned her. Then she takes several shaky steps backward. “I prayed I was wrong,” she whispers. “I prayed the prophecy died centuries ago.” My stomach twists painfully.

But pictures of odd creatures. As she stopped to look at them, her father did too. She moved closer to the first portrait. Her eyes scanned every piece of it. The dark, yet thin pelt of the wolf stood out. Their bright color amber golden eyes struck her to the core and she got eerily nervous. She then turned her attention to how the wolf was not really a wolf, but a humanized version of itself. It’s ears standing to point, as if pointing at the moon. The snot, much longer than normal wolves. The normal canines a wolf would have, these ones were elongated and sharp looking. And it’s claws, also long and sharp. Cordovia gulped lightly, truly hoping that creatures like this were not real. Her f