Soul Marks Novels & Stories

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 You’re outdated, Brenda.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."

Sometimes, the body remembers what the soul tries to forget. It wasn't the pain that broke me, but the way my body stopped belonging to me. Every unwanted touch was another crack. A piece of me vanishing without a sound. I arrived to Chicago months ago, and I still struggle to breathe. This city doesn’t embrace me—it watches me. Everything is clean, cold, precise. Neon lights flicker like fake stars, and the rain hits the windows with military discipline. It’s a world built to function, not to feel.

she began, “you marked me as your wolf mate. But for us, for the Fae, we mark each other as soulmates.” I leaned back, standing up straighter as I listened to her. “The wolf mark,” she continued, “is an external mark. You can give it to anyone, fated or chosen, and you could technically mark more than one mate in your lifetime, if you were to lose your first mate. But for Fae, we mark each other’s soul, and we only have one mark to give, and we can only give it to our soulmate.” “So I have to give you this soul mark?” I asked, and she nodded. “But I’m not Fae,” I pointed out.

I say, pushing those thoughts aside “It doesn’t always work, but if, immediately after someone’s soulmate has died, if they receive a mark from someone else, it’s possible to save them.” “A mark,” Dinah mutters “As in, a bite?” “Something like that. Here, people call it a marking ceremony. It’s no simple mark, but an exchange of energy, in a sense. After receiving a mark from someone, the scent of a lycan changes as well, and the soulmate bond is finally, fully established.” “So Sir Theodore tried to save the Empress’ life and it worked?” Dinah raises a brow, I nod “I’m glad things worked out for them but, um, I do have a question.”

Alexei closed his eyes and laughed again, still holding her. “He’s shouting right now. He’s asking me to mark you.” Carla raised an eyebrow. “You already marked me today. Several times, actually. My thighs can testify to that.” “It’s not just the body. It’s the soul. It’s the bone. It’s a name on the astral skin. A mark forever. A mark even on the spirit.” “He wants that mark,” Alexei said, touching the side of her neck, the exact spot where Lycans left their spiritual mark. “The permanent one.”

In wolves, marks are important because they show other male wolves that a female is spoken for similar to wedding rings in the human world. It also joins us with our mates, so to speak, it's a way to combine and connect our souls to make them complete. As the story is told, we are one separated into two so we can have a perfect literal soul mate, and we finally feel whole when we connect with our goddess given mates. This also gives us the added benefits of feeling what our mate feels and a stronger connection to them in every other way to including better mind links at longer distances.

The three marks on Wren’s inner forearm itched with a low, persistent thrum, a living tattoo of longing etched into her skin by a ritual gone beautifully, catastrophically wrong. They weren't scars, but claims waiting to be made. One for tender worship, one for rude praise, one for slow dominance. Tonight, the first of them, a silvery crescent like a wolf’s gentle bite, burned with a need that was becoming a torment.

I am listening,” her voice barely audible, but even if it was just her breath, I knew that I would be able to hear it. “Like I told you, the mark has gone deep, too deep to be removed. It's like it how connected to your soul, which is why you feel even the slightest pain from his betrayal” “So you think getting another mark and going through another series of pain was the solution?” She had a judgmental look as her eyes trailed down at me from head to toe. She had every reason to be like that, and I wouldn't blame her. “It's a way of forming another connection, that way once you are pulled away from the previous one, you can be able to survive it”

He said tiredly and shut him off completely as his mind drifted back to how quickly things had happened between him and Neah. She now bore his mark, the very thing he had been dreading had happened. He remembered marking Valerie as well and the pain he had felt when she was dead; he never wanted to feel that pain again but worse more was the fact that half of his soul was totally lost because Valerie died with his mark. Once an Alpha male marked his female and they later died with the mark, a part of the male soul is lost alongside the mark and it would only take a miracle to restore it. That was the same reason he was slowly going feral.