Soul Marks Novels & Stories

Instead of bites or kisses, he chose to leave a trail of his wet tongue on the flawless skin making sure he had a generous amount of saliva on his tongue. Slowly moving down from the column of his neck, he noticed as Daniel tilted his head to one side. Surely he was enjoying it as his eyes fluttered shut. He laced his fingers in Carson's hair guiding him all the way, although not putting any pressure; he let him have his way. Carson skillfully traced his path, leaving just a little teeny tiny marks all the way, considering the fact to keep them hidden. Daniel's collarbone was decorated with sufficient amount of beads size marks like a necklace.

Alpha Dean’s chair scraped faintly as he rose to his feet, his face etched with disbelief. Loretta’s cup nearly slipped from her hand. She stood, crossing the space between them in hurried, ungraceful steps — so unlike her usual composed self. Her fingers trembled as she reached out, almost afraid to touch. “By the Goddess…” she whispered, tears pooling in her eyes. Her voice cracked as her fingertips brushed the mark. “This… this is the crescent of destiny.” The mark pulsed under Loretta’s touch, faintly glowing, sending a ripple of energy through the room. Even those who did not understand the weight of it felt its power.

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.

His eyes had shone with a newfound purpose. “This was your father’s. It must have been. That inscription is an ancient vampire riddle. With a wolf twist. He is telling you how to find him. He is telling us where to go next.” I stared back. “Salem?” He nodded gravely. He placed a hand on my shoulder.

he said sarcastically as he took his drink to his mouth again. " Who says nothing happened? " You said it yourself. Did it or didn't it? Marcos had two weaknesses: The first was women and the second was his curiosity. He was not a gossipmonger, but he liked to keep himself informed because having information meant having power. "She kissed me. - He took his drink to his mouth. " So that's something," he insinuated. " It might have been if she hadn't called me Elijah," he said, with a certain frustration in his words.

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

“I love my mate with everything in me. I always have. But the power of the white wolf, the love that they draw from everyone around them, including their mates, should never be underestimated.” I look at my mate and I know that Brogan is right. It isn’t just my pack that loves Samara and Ayla with everything in them. I know that if anything ever happened to my mate, I could never love another woman again. Ever. I wouldn’t want to live another day without her because without her, my life would be empty, bereft of anything that could make me happy. ‘And we haven’t even marked her yet,’ Pierce says. I can’t imagine that I could love her more than I do now. But I know that somehow, once we’ve ma

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.