Novel & Cerita Soul Marks

Then he turned his gaze away, pacing around the room. “That’s not possible,” he muttered. “Marks like that don’t just appear. They’re given.” I blinked. “Given? By whom?” He stopped, facing me again. “Those marks are given by someone powerful. Someone who wants to claim you or someone who is your mate did that to you.” In our world, marks were sacred, a bond between mates, a symbol of possession. But I hadn’t been claimed. I was rejected by Lucien and he was my only mate.

He smirks at me, turning to face me, crossing his arms over his chest. “The mark for death isn’t like a rash, or a mate mark. The mark of death is a taint on the victim’s soul. It corrupts them, so it makes it easier for the guardian to find them and take them out. But the guardian won’t just kill them, the guardian will consume the victim’s soul and will take it back to the one who made the mark. Can I remove it? Yes, I can, but it will come with a cost.” I look at Gaia and she shifts in her seat and Kronos notices it.

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?

Rose blushed before shifting her attention back to the conservation. "A marking is much more than just a claim love. It is the connection of two soul. When a mates marks another, their soul becomes one. Once mates mark one another, they cannot undo it. They are bound with them for the rest of their life. Marking is like the mating of soul." Zachariah informed her. "That's intense." Rose said, after few seconds. She always thought marking is just about a claim but it is much more than it. "It is." Zachariah agreed.

The lines twisted and flickered on my flesh, almost as if they were alive, burning like an old wound that refused to heal. Soren muttered a curse under his breath, fists clenched in anger. “That's definitely not just any marking.” He looked tense, eyes glazing over with memories. “I recognize it—it’s mentioned in those forbidden texts. It’s an ancient symbol that ties a person’s soul to a force greater than our understanding.” Ewen stepped closer, his expression thoughtful, weighing the implications. “So she’s bound to whatever's left that is on her. We have to figure out what it is, or it might consume her life.”

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.”

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.

The faint light in the ruins began to shift, dawn's gentle glow seeping through the tangled vines and broken arches like a whispered promise, painting the ancient stone walls in hues of soft gold and shadow. Elizabeth felt the change before she saw it, a subtle warming of the air that mirrored the heat building within her, the scent of damp earth and moss mingling with the forest's quiet breath. Her hand, already resting against Malachor's chest, began to move of its own accord, gliding slowly over the firm plane—a deep, resonant thrum echoed the pulse of the mark on her skin. Each beat pulled at her, drawing her deeper into the connection, her fingers splaying to feel the warmth radiating f

A brand on my soul. I could feel his immense power flooding into me, merging with my bloodline. A new, unbreakable bond formed deep in my soul. The mark was complete. I gasped, his scent now a permanent part of me, branded on my very soul. In that moment, I knew. This wasn't just a good decision. It was the only decision. The next morning. BANG! BANG! BANG! The frantic pounding on the door echoed through the entire floor, accompanied by Ethan’s furious roars.

’ I ask with a hopeful voice. ‘Actually, there is. Mates are supposed to mark each other as the owners of each other’s souls. If I give you my mark, then you will become an immortal. You will not become a demon or anything, you will just be enhanced, you will not remain a normal human.’ He explains calmly but this time, he has an emotion I can’t quite decipher on his face. I think he is trying to hide something from me and I am going to find that thing.