Soul Marks Novels & Stories

Seiko’s gift will help guide each wolf spirit, in its own time, back to the goddess. One by one she’ll touch each departed brethren waiting for the signs of release of the wolf’s soul. From what I’ve seen, sometimes it takes seconds, others keen on staying part of this world take hours. It might sound like total bullshit, but at the time of release, the marks we all carry just above our hearts, the very same spot we also mark our mates, fade, with a final breath sneaking past their lips one last time. Though the contents exhaled in that breath aren’t visible, the disappearance of the mark is.

"Another part feels....safe? Protected? Like anyone who sees these marks will know I'm claimed. That I belong to you." "You do belong to us," Damian said, moving behind her to wrap his arms around her waist, careful of the healing marks. "But not as property. As our mate. Our equal. Our soul bond. The marks are....they're proof of the bond. Of what we are to each other." "Thirty-seven permanent scars is a lot of proof," Eve said wryly. "Rex was thorough," Damian agreed. "But he won't be the only one. Cain will mark you too. Maybe not with bites....his claiming style is different....but you'll carry his claim just like you carry Rex's."

Ever since they had crossed the border, a cold, rhythmic pulsing had started at the base of her skull—the unmistakable sign of Soul-Displacement Rejection. In her previous life as an occultist, she had read about it in forbidden scrolls: when a soul from another world overuses its spiritual power in a body not its own, the tether begins to fray. The "fake" mark she had placed on Caleb had cost her more than she let on, and the damp heat of the South was accelerating the decay. "Scarlett, you're slowing down," Caleb said, his voice cutting through the neon haze. He stopped in the middle of a crowded alleyway, his golden eyes narrowing as he scanned her face.

“Louder this time. The walls listen.” I swallowed. “Our bodies are vessels,” I recited, voice obedient, familiar words scraping my throat. “Our blood is borrowed. Our breaths are offerings. We are the chosen keepers of the Mark, the last gate between this world and the hunger beneath it.” “And the Mark?” she prompted. The skin on my left shoulder prickled as if it heard her. “The Mark is not a curse,” I said. “The Mark is the seal.” Mother Elara’s gaze softened, but not with affection. With reverence. With fear.

He approves his family, that was when instinct took over. 'Get up Cain' a voice called out from my coma state, I open my eyes look around checking my surrounding it looks like a dungeon, still questioning how I got to this place before it all came back, the mouth watering smell, the new born pup, his second chance mate I'm not sure how that is possible, marking the new born pup, sliver piercing my shoulder and losing consciousness. Everything came back to me, I couldn't believe I mark a child, I feels so disgusted in this act of mine. I'm still a monster after all if I could mark a little baby, sealing her permanently to me with out given her a chance to choose me.

I don't know how I am looking but with the horrid expressions on Alex and Joanna’s I may be looking like a fool and shit. “ E…E…Ezra, H..He…Is W…with…M..Mitchell.” I don't know how I uttered these words as my eyes are closing on their Accord and all I can see is blackness and their voices are absurd. I welcomed the darkness which was calling me and I happily welcomed it and kept falling and falling till I felt peace. “ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.”

You always have been. "Hey, love birds." We both turned our heads when our friend Margaux spoke. "I think Carter needs your help with something, Blake. Do you mind helping him out?" That was Margaux Garcia, also my best friend. We went to the beach to celebrate my birthday since I don’t want a big celebration like how my previous birthdays were spent. Just the four of us. Me, Blake, Margaux, and Carter. Just like Blake, I also consider Margaux and Carter my best friends. I guess I’m just closer to Blake because like I said earlier, he’s also a childhood friend. He’s like a brother to me.

She snarls in a promising tone as the color of her eyes resemble black ink. “I look forward to it,” chuckling as he walks back to me, he leans over my body and presses his clawed finger on the top of my forehead, “with thisss mark, you will belong to the Ssscourage for all eternity.” He mutters as he pierces my skin and begins to carve out his mark on my flesh. I writher and scream as my blood suddenly begins to feel like it is on fire. Arching my back off the table, my eyes snap open with a blazing white light that blinds me, and I feel my soul depart my body.

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