Soul Marks Novels & Stories

“Say it.” Nira took a breath, steeling herself. “True love’s mark.” I squinted at her. “You’re joking. That’s just a fairy tale.” She shook her head. “It’s real. If the bond was made by corruption, only love... real, no-strings love can break it. A soul mark. Has to be freely given, no tricks, no blood ties. Just... chosen love.” I blinked, trying to process. “You mean like a mate mark?”

’ I stare at him pleadingly. “I would love nothing more, but there’s something I need to warn you about. If I mark you, you will go into heat. A heat is a week-long period of time when the marked mate feels excruciating pain and it can only be stopped by mating. Mating means… having sex. You see, marking is a way to bind the separated halves of the soul, but they’re not merged into one yet. During mating, the souls connect and are finally made one. After binding the souls with the marking, the separated halves demand being joined and that’s why the mates go into a heat. It’s so they complete the process of merging their souls into one, like they once were.” Lorenzo explains, running his fing

She turned around and pulled her hair to the side, exposing the back of her neck. Kaelan cursed under his breath. “Rhea, there’s a mark.” Her heart sank. “What do you mean, a mark?” “It’s... ancient,” he said, his fingers ghosting over the spot. “I’ve seen it before. It’s the symbol of the Soulmate Bond.” Rhea turned to face him, her eyes wide. “Soulmate Bond? What are you talking about?” Kaelan ran a hand through his hair, clearly agitated. “It’s a connection—something spiritual. It’s rare, but when wolves find their true mate, the bond manifests physically. That mark... it means you’re connected to someone.”

"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."

“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.

Dalton called trying to get my mother's attention I don't think it working. "Do you want to know how you got that mark on your back"? She asked me still boiling in annoyance. The mark on my back, it looks cool so I don't know why she is bringing it up. When I asked her about the mark she told me it was a birth mark, I found it so cool because it looks like a dog foot print and my friends finds it cool, and looks exactly like a tattoos. So I don't understand how my birth mark relate with my father.

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.

But I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d seen this before — in that red desert, under the three moons. The devil had knocked. And now she wanted in.

The engagement ring shimmered under the light. "Why is this still on my finger?" I whispered. Before Michael could speak, Maria chuckled, shaking her head like she had been waiting for this moment. "Oh, Brenda," He sighed dramatically, giving Maria a smirk. "Do you even look at yourself in the mirror when you wake up? Babe, you’ll be twenty-seven this year. You’re not as fresh and beautiful as you think." He scoffed, eyes gleaming with cruelty. "I’m actually doing you a favor. You’re outdated, Brenda. It’s time to wake up."