Soul Marks Novels & Stories

I tugged my shirt back down. “That’s what I wanted to show you, Luna. You were right when you said it was like a beacon. It is. It was a stamp on you, proclaiming you as some sought after demonic entrée, if you will. Your soul emanates from the Mark like blood in the water.” “So I’m chum.” “Yep. You’re chum.”

I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.

My mom doesn’t speak so my dad speaks up “Christian how close are you to the Silvers?” “What do you mean dad? I spent 3 months there getting to know them and plotting their demise before I learned the truth.” Regret feeling my words and conveniently leaving out oh yea and Olivia is my mate. “What I am going to tell you is horrible but Christian keep it to yourself.” I nod my head in reply. “Well Olivia Silvers is marked.” I try hard not to tense. “She is not with the mate that marked her, she was even too young to recognize her mate when it happened. He betrayed her and she has lived with the shame she has felt over this for years. You know what happens when you meet your mate and then they

The air shimmered with restless energy, thick with something primal. “ She's close,” Maelen grunted impatiently. “She?” I asked, though I already knew. “Our soul bond. The mark. The mate. She walks these grounds. Breathe deeper. You'll feel her,”. Lokar, my demon, whispered. I closed my eyes and inhaled. There. Subtle… but unmistakable. A scent like fresh hot-baked gingerbread, wild earth, and something ancient. Not perfume. Not magic. Her. My body tensed, blood roaring like a storm in my ears. My claws threatened to break through my skin.

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'

Looking at Lorn, He continued, "You will see. It is impossible to teach that lesson to a mate when you want nothing but to please them." Selene clicked her tongue in frustration and reminded them, "Mark and Talons's marks, remember?" At that, the couple exposed their necks, showing their marks. As they had thought, Talons' mark was a white moon with a wolf exactly like Mark's staring lovingly up at it, and they were surrounded by a purple glow. Just as Mark's mark was his wolf, with the moon behind him wrapping him in her loving white glow while surrounded by a purple glow, Mark's mark was his wolf, with the moon wrapping him in her loving white glow while surrounded by a purple glow. The ot

His gaze was deep, as if he was taking in every inch of me, every feature, and committing it straight to memory. He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to mine. The lightning from my mark fucking exploded, sending sparks through my entire body again. But something was missing, something deep in my soul. At that moment I realized the mark was a physical thing. It makes my physical being weak to him. My body wanted him, but he doesn't feed my soul, he doesn’t feed the deeper side of me, only the carnal, physical side.

Yael then informed them to follow her to the secret chambers that the ritual will be done in. On reaching the place looked like a shrine, there were marks on the ground and on the walls, strange marks. Yael could see the curious gaze of Tiana so she explained, “this is the pace made for this ritual, we won’t have to draw all those marks but will just start the ritual. This is where the person being sent to the land of souls lies, this marks prevent other souls from occupying your body when you are in the land of souls. This mark will also help you in keeping time and it will be indicated on you left wrist.” Yael explained before moving to the next, “this one here on the wall is where the gat

"Cazzo! Merryn, he was going to mark you. To claim your soul as his. Listen to me, Merryn. Once that happens, there isn't much anyone can do to fix it. A mark is permanent. It is soul-bonding and sacred. Only true mates are supposed to mark each other." He released a growl, standing up to his feet as he began to pace in front of me. I watched him run his fingers through his hair a dozen times, shaking his head as his eyes flashed between green, gold, and sometimes black. A chill spread through me as I waited for him to regain control. It was slightly alarming to watch him fight for power. The hairs on my arms rose, and my skin crawled. Yet, somehow I knew that he would never hurt me. Not him

“You do know you can communicate with your minds right?” I swallowed dryly, my voice coming out in a whisper, “yes, I know that. But I thought it was something normal that came with being marked. I thought everyone got to experience that with their mates.” “No,” she shook her head, “it’s not ‘normal’. And not everyone gets to experience it. By marking you in the old ways, and in front of witnesses, he has tied his soul to yours forever and created a bond that cannot be broken by rejection, death, or even the goddess.