Soul Marks Novels & Stories

"What am I?" "You are what is known as a marked soul." "What is that?" Molly asked. "It is a soul that has been marked." "Marked for what?" "For greatness. A singular soul that has been marked with immense power to achieve greatness," the admiral answered. "And that's what I am?"

Eventually, the two halves will become whole… with a single intimate act. Based on a nosey young girl’s questions on the matter, it was found that soulmates could feel each other when in the same vicinity. A beacon, of sorts. This beacon draws them closer until they find each other. This pulsating warmth, that thumps relentlessly in the chest of the pairs,… is an encouraging nudge to follow the bond to their destined mate. This is often used to draw two souls together across distance, but it does not dim after this initial meeting. It grows stronger until one half of the pair can find the other half—no matter where they are. Although this warmth is able to be ignored, the loss of warmth leav

Theo discards the glass and walks towards my direction, he gives me a small smile while taking hold of my hand. "I have marked her" he says with a deep breathe. "What!" Everyone shouts in unison. "Theo that's not even possible" Luna Iris is quick to say with worry in her eyes, "I have marked her soul mother and soon I'll mark her flesh as well" he briefs his statement. "That is not how it works in our world" dad takes a step forward, his eyes filling with annoyance. "Don't lead it too far boy that returning back might hurt more than imaginable" dad warns.

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

“You are rare.” My mother’s hand flies to her mouth. My father stiffens beside me. “The Second Mark exists to restore balance,” the Alpha King continues. “But it comes at a cost.” My heart pounds loudly in my ears. “What kind of cost?” “Pain. Conflict. Bloodshed.” The words hit hard. “If the bond is rejected,” he says, looking directly at me, “it will rot. And that rot will spread—to your wolf, your pack, and eventually the realm.”

“So,” Rowan said, sitting back on her heels, crouched in front of our little circle on the porch, “the book says that marks, or signs, like the one we’ve been seeing are Marks of the Underworld. Sort of like a supernatural clue for anyone smart – or lucky – enough to recognise it.”

Mark asserted. “Okay,” Olivia replied while Mark transported back to his place on the earth. He snapped his finger and the other scroll appeared in his hand. He read about the details of the soul, which were imprinted there. As he was walking through the street, he was pushed by a stranger man on the footpath. He turned to look and apologized. The man was in a hurry so, did not reply to Mark.

He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?"

He was feeling like any magician spelled a magic to bring this fairy on earth that appeared all of sudden here out of nowhere. Her curly, shiny hair, hazy almond eyes, black shiny eye lashes, and dark Kajol in her eye line, her pink blushing cheeks, standing slim nose, juicy lips, there was a small mole on the left side of her lower lip, dimple on her right cheek, her slim neck, rounded contour mature breast, slim waist, her jersey fitted shirt was making her beauty more prominent. Rakesh was like totally lost in the world of beauty, allure, mojo and sensuality.

It was a vow from one soul to another. The kind of mark that doesn't wash off. Not in this life or in the next.