Novel & Cerita Soul Marked

He meant to grab a shirt to put on her so Edward could do a proper exam, however, he wasn't expecting the sight that lay before him. He hadn't noticed it in the car because it was too dark, but now in his illuminated bedroom he easily took in all the white and black marks marring Summer's porcelain skin. On her right arm lay a tattoo of a Serpent that wrapped its way around her forearm and up along her bicep with its head ending just above her collarbone. Littered around the tattoo were white scars that looked to be from something cutting her delicate skin again and again. Her other arm that didn't have any tattoos covering it sported the same scars.

The words written on his skin contrasted with the colors that surrounded them. After his excitement for the appearance of his soulmate mark slowly disappeared, it was suddenly replaced with worry and anxiety. If he already had his soulmate mark then Sera would also get hers two months later on her sixteenth birthday. His mother said that the two people would know if they were soulmates if their marks appeared in the same spot on their bodies. Since Asher got his under his collarbones, then his soulmate should also have the same mark in the same spot. Asher can still remember how much he wished every day for Sera to be his soulmate. Asher's younger self believed with all his heart that Sera w

she explains, putting her hair behind her ear. “Oh, and so? What does the mark mean?” I ask, gulping painfully as I fear the answer. She takes a deep breath, letting her shoulders slump as Ace doesn’t wake up. “Well… He marked your soul. It’s not very different from a physical mark, and I know how much you love each other, so it’s fine. Demons are just very stupid when it comes to their mates. They are even more jealous as wolves and if their mark refuses to be marked by them, they tend to take it by force and often use another level of their consciousness.”

Lillianna cried out unable to help herself. He just imprinted his initials onto her body… He pressed it so hard holding her arm hard so she could not go anywhere. He kept it pressed for a few minutes before he pulled it off her. She was in tears. AJ assessed the result before he turned her around roughly and showed the mark to Tristan. “What does that say?” He asked. “It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!”

Each symbol pulsed with a strange energy, making my heart race as I whispered the words aloud, one by one, my voice low and careful. The syllables felt heavy, like they carried the weight of centuries, but when I finished, nothing happened. Just silence, thick and heavy, pressing down on the clearing.I shifted my weight, dirt crunching under my boots, and that’s when I saw it—right at my feet, half-hidden in the earth, a single marking, different from the rest. It was smaller, almost delicate, but it thrummed with a quiet power, like a heartbeat trapped in the ground.

That earned a jealous rumble from his chest that made my wolf perk her ears. “Focus,” I snapped gently. “Shadow. Inside. Me. Fix this.” Elara’s expression shifted - still calm, but edged with something darker. “I can’t unmark you.” My stomach dropped. “Why not?” I whispered. Elara lifted her hands again, letting her magic skim lightly over my chest, down my arms, over my stomach. The energy hummed like a tuning fork. “Because what she left inside you isn’t a mark,” Elara said softly. “It’s an anchor.”

“Don’t leave me, Sasha. Heal yourself! I beg you, please heal yourself.” I crawled in front us and closed my eyes. I put all my will into healing my wounds, but it was my soul falling apart. I twisted and pulled at it too much. It was draining my life force and crumbling to nothing. “Sasha! Heal yourself!” Bolton screamed, rocking my body in his arms and crying over me. I was barely hanging on and he knew this kind of wound I didn’t have the power to heal. “Charlotte! We need to find a way to tell him to mark me.” I turned to her praying it would work. I felt my soul heal under Blake’s mark. If Bolton did it too, before it’s too late, it could give me enough to stay alive.

But someone had drawn something small and strange in the corner, a circle with three jagged lines cutting through it. It looked like a rune. I snapped a quick picture with my phone and stepped back before anyone noticed. That night, I compared it to the symbols I’d found online. It matched a forbidden marking used in some old rituals, something about “binding” and “debt of soul.” I didn’t fully understand, but the warning beneath it was clear enough: Do not mark what you cannot control. A chill ran down my spine. Was that what had happened to her? Has someone marked her?

Alexei closed his eyes and laughed again, still holding her. “He’s shouting right now. He’s asking me to mark you.” Carla raised an eyebrow. “You already marked me today. Several times, actually. My thighs can testify to that.” “It’s not just the body. It’s the soul. It’s the bone. It’s a name on the astral skin. A mark forever. A mark even on the spirit.” “He wants that mark,” Alexei said, touching the side of her neck, the exact spot where Lycans left their spiritual mark. “The permanent one.”