Soul Marks Novels & Stories

After she had ran away from the pack, she didn’t expect to run so far into the territory of the Blood Moon pack. ‘It’s just my luck’ She frowned. What would she do if Blake agreed to the trade? She would have to return to her pack. She would have to continue being his doormat and he could continue being the arrogant, narcissist devil that she thought him to be. Alas, she had no other way out. Ruax had gotten a meeting arranged for that very evening. He was excited as a child, he could not wait to get his hands on that little stone. The hearthstone was usually acquired by huge packs as it would be used as a way to punish souls who did them wrong. They would trap the soul into the stone and it

"What if I don't want you in my mind? And what the heck is a mark? I don't want to get some wolfie cult tattoo on my body." He laughs, "It's not a tattoo. A mark is like my brand on your body. Your neck specifically. It's my bite mark embedded deep enough to have my DNA flow into your bloodstream, connecting us for life." "Do you guys not like wedding bands? That sounds so brutal." "We do wedding bands too and get married like normal humans most of the time, but a mate mark is much more permanent than a wedding band. It's our souls finally intertwining and becoming one. The way the moon goddess fated them to be."

The beer cans emptied out, one after another, as Finnegan lay on the couch and reached out aimlessly, his wrists and hands all showing signs of scarring from different periods of time. He realized that he'd never managed to see me in her high school days before. I used to love dressing up, so he thought I had to have been very pretty back then. He used to have me by his side for three of my best years. He could have had me for the rest of our lives. Aside from the empty beer cans strewn over the floor, there were also a few white ribbons with writing on them. The one that wished for him to live a long life had been mercilessly scribbled and scratched out.

I glanced around, searching for him, but he was nowhere in sight. “E-Ezekiel? Are you here?” My voice came out shaky as I pushed myself up. I moved carefully, my hands instinctively cradling my lower abdomen. I had to be extra careful for the baby. Taking a deep breath, I turned on the lights. The moment the room illuminated, my breath caught in my throat. My eyes widened in horror. Drag marks. Dark, disturbing stains smeared across the living room floor, forming a trail that led deeper into the mansion. My stomach twisted painfully.

He questioned but he didn't wait for my response as his eyes zeroed in on my soul mark. His mouth opened slightly, and he grazed his right hand fingers on the part above my breast. The mark appeared on me last night. The moment his hand touched it, my soul mark glowed brightly in a golden color. I was used to the sight, but I was not used to the mark glowing up because of Aleric. It only glows when Aleric touches it. This was a sight to behold.

I scoff and look away from him as I watch the storm over the sea. “Why remove the mark?” I ask as I look back at him and he moves towards the columns and I just watch him. I don’t follow him. Afraid I will punch him again. “This is the lesson you both need to learn. This is his punishment. He marked you by force and …”

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

I drop the paint brush on the ground; I went ahead, already facing the door, Immediately I met the door back to Its normal look; not even a grain of paint is seen. "Okay! What the fuck; is it magic?" I spoke with a question. Mom laughs, she grabs my hand and we both walk away from the door, we stand at the gate and from there, I saw strange makings at the door. That’s!” I say but did not know how to finish my statement; that is when mom helped me out! "That's the called an enchantment mark, it forbids werewolves or anything supernatural to come Into an apartment without being invited," Mom walk back to the door.

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.

She nods, “Sex is a very intimate experience. So when soulmates take that step it tends to bring our souls closer together. But marking our soulmates completes the bond entirely. Once it’s completed we would always feel what each other feels, always be able to find one another, and can even speak telepathically. We would be one, mind, body, and soul.” “Wait, I’d be able to read your mind?!” I shriek. She nods. “Okay, I’m seeing some perks to this. I have to admit, this all does sound nice. I mean, always being able to understand each other and have open communication. This Goddess sounds pretty smart.” She chuckles, “I’m sure she’d love to hear that.” “What does marking mean?” I ask curiousl