Soul Marked Novels & Stories

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.

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“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

“I’m still breathing because I chose to stand. And I’m asking you to do the same. Not for me. Not for your name. But for the wolves who will burn if we do nothing.” She was quiet for a long time. Then finally, she stepped closer and placed something in my hand. A stone. Smooth, black, marked with the same spiral carved into the altar—but inverted. “This is the mark of refusal,” she said. “It means we see you. But we will not rise. If the others are out there, you’ll find them in the places Seran touched before she vanished. But don’t come back here. Not unless you’re ready to bury your name and die.”

“There’s nothing much she can do. The Blackwood pack is the biggest pack in all the territories combined and they boast a successful economy too. Ronan is set to inherit it all one day and my mom isn’t about to let anything stop her from having the greatest Alpha as her son-in-law. Just as long as Ronan eventually marks Sophia.” My eyes automatically trail to the pretty girl sitting beside Ronan. Light almond skin similar to Dorian’s, her eyes are a complex mismatch of brown, green and amber highlights. Sofia Cruz has been dating Ronan for over five years now and there’s no one as desperate as she to see herself finally tied to Ronan. I look away quickly, before she can catch me looking.

Both of us were soaked. Seeing that I had also been splashed, the villager hurried forward, intending to apologize. However, the moment he looked at me, he fell silent as he stared in shock. I paused for a moment before realizing something was wrong. My heart sank. Sure enough, Aldric’s gaze shifted back and forth between Rosalind and me. “The Princess’s mark on her forehead washed away with the water, but Lady Leanora’s makeup faded… and revealed a real birthmark! Lady Leanora… She is the true Chosen One!”

Nox remembered then, when it was useless, the image of the person Nyx had engraved in her shoulder. Did heavens really make mistakes with the soulmarks sometimes? Someone like that man could certainly not... His eyes looked for Ayla’s one last time. “But I don’t think it’s a mistake this time.” “What?” She asked, confused. She was still trying to heal him but it did not seem to be working. “Sometimes soulmarks might really be wrong, but I don’t think this is the case. I’m glad I could help you at least once.” “Stop talking.” “Live well.”