Soul Marks นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

Her mother Mariseth now regarded her as a thorn she couldn’t pluck, while Ravena looked at her like a rival to be crushed. That morning, Liora sat alone in the garden, staring at her reflection in the pond. The surface rippled faintly with the breeze, distorting the image of her pale face. Her fingers brushed against the strange birthmark just beneath her collarbone, its faint silvery glow hidden beneath her dress. What does this mark even mean? Why was I cursed with it? she thought bitterly. She drew her knees up to her chest, wishing the world would simply forget she existed. The sound of footsteps broke her solitude. Her body stiffened before she heard his voice.

When I arrived at the Wildlands, I found Sabrina barely recognizable. The place was overrun by rogues, and for a weak woman like her, she had no choice but to sell her body to survive. She was a shadow of her former self, chained by the ankles and trembling in a corner. When Sabrina saw me, she was already half out of her mind, staring at me for a long time before snapping awake like from a dream. Then, she crawled desperately to my feet like I was her last lifeline.

“Will you both agree that if you break any of these vows or betray me, Alpha William Keen, the blood oath will invoke the most painful death that you so now create in your mind.” They both gasp look at each other for reassure as their eyes fill with fear before repeating, “We solemnly swear.” I freeze when our combined blood in the bowl swirls to life, rising into the air, and moving to each of our wrists leaving a distinctive mark of a skull dripping blood. “What the fuck is this?” I yell not really asking either of them specially while I stare at my wrist. I’ve never been marked when invoking a blood oath, and I’ve had my fare share after taking over as Alpha.

Good morning, Ana - Marcos as always emanated good humor. "Good morning, Mr. Marcos. Ana couldn't deny that seeing Marcos was like a drop in the ocean for her eyes since he was very handsome. " Do me a favor, don't call me Mr. Mark, it makes me feel old," he laughed. " Force of habit. Marcos had what every woman would like to find in a man. Beauty, charisma, he was successful, but since not everything is perfect Marcos had a defect, and this defect was his love for women. In other words, a true womanizer.

I ask Matilda, smiling softly. Awww, is this true love? "I-i...I don't know." I stutter out. I quickly wore all my clothing on and sat on the floor thinking. What if he's our second chance soulmate? Matilda asks and shook my head in disbelief. "That can't be though. That's rare for any wolf to earn that." I explain. Which was all true in my world. Barely anyone can escape from their mates. Even if it's from force. I'm pretty sure we do, even after we have been through

When he finds what he’s looking for, he holds the letter up, putting it close to the bones, then pulling it away again. “Take a look at this,” he says. I squat down beside him. “See those marks in the rib bones.” “Yes,” I say. He takes the paper and turns it until I can see what he’s showing me. The marks are the same width apart, and there are scratches on the several ribs where Althea’s claws scraped across Derrick’s ribs when she stabbed him.

Blood trickled down the corners of his lips when he opened his mouth. There was a scar on his lower back, mirroring the one I had from my surgery.

I asked him, my mouth salivating, and Theodore chuckled softly, caressing the lengths of my arms. “We mated directly, Serenity. We haven’t marked each other yet. And that makes you an easy target to attack. And your soul needs something to hold onto. Like wolves are possessive creatures, the human soul needs something to hold onto. Your body is preparing you to get ready for marking. And this heat will stretch until you bear my mark and then sink your own teeth in my shoulders. And with every passing second, it will only intensify.” He explained to me, his eyes struggling to stay gray, continuously shifting between golden and dark black.

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.