Soul Marked Novels & Stories

Ivy He was going to soul mark me. I remember vaguely sometime ago what a soul mark was. It was the deepest commitment two mates can have. It’s not just marking your mate’s body but rather marking her soul in a way that binds both the mates’s souls together for an eternity. As such, when one mate dies, the other mate is bound to die too because the pain tatters the soul in a way that couldn’t be survived.

I had been able to see the labels above people's heads ever since I was little. When I was three, my grandpa held a family dinner at his house. Dad showed up with his secretary, Vivian Clarke. The moment she walked through the door, she went straight to Mom's seat. She rubbed her lower back and smiled sweetly. "Mrs. Lincoln, I hope you don't mind. Mr. Lincoln and I have been working on a project all day, and we're exhausted." I looked around the room. Above Eric's head was a glaring label. "Cheater." Above Mom's head was a dull gray label. "Loser." And above Vivian's head was a brightly shining label. "Ultimate gold digger." I immediately tugged on Eric's sleeve and asked loudly, "Dad, what

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.

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.”

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.”

I say, pushing those thoughts aside “It doesn’t always work, but if, immediately after someone’s soulmate has died, if they receive a mark from someone else, it’s possible to save them.” “A mark,” Dinah mutters “As in, a bite?” “Something like that. Here, people call it a marking ceremony. It’s no simple mark, but an exchange of energy, in a sense. After receiving a mark from someone, the scent of a lycan changes as well, and the soulmate bond is finally, fully established.” “So Sir Theodore tried to save the Empress’ life and it worked?” Dinah raises a brow, I nod “I’m glad things worked out for them but, um, I do have a question.”

“What happens if I mark her?” Thalia's eyes fill with sorrow. “It will kill her.” The world tilts sideways. I stumble back, catching myself against the wall. “No. That's not… that can't be.” “A true mate mark binds two souls. It's sacred, permanent, designed by the Moon Goddess herself for fated pairs.” Her voice is heavy with regret. “But when a wolf marks someone who isn't their true mate, someone whose soul isn't designed to bond with theirs, it creates corruption. The mark becomes poison instead of protection.”