Soul Mate Story Novels & Stories

He saved my life, so I owed it to him to at least hear him out. My mother had taught me enough about our world that I understood the unnatural pull to the man next to me was more than attraction. I was his mate, and I would be damned if I didn't get to know the man the moon goddess thought was right for me. Every species had soulmates. Vampires, werewolves, fae, witches, and even humans. Everyone had someone that was meant for them. My mother had told me stories of mates and how beautiful it was to have someone out there whose soul complimented the other person's. She had been searching for hers her entire life, waiting for the fairytale love story that she heard so much about.

April clamped her mouth shut while glaring at her. "Stop," She grumbled and Susan raised her hands in surrender as April let her go. "Enough of me. Tell me about yourself. How are you doing? I know you must have a lot on your mind. If you want to share, I'm always here," April said gently as Susan sighed, rubbing a hand down her face. All the problems came back to her with full force and the basic core of her problem was Ethan. "He showed up at my house two weeks back. He told my mom he's my mate and the rest you can imagine," Susan muttered as April gaped at her.

I decided to ask, thinking about my mate who is probably worried sick about me right now. "Albot was originally your soul mate when you two were first born. Unfortunately, he was killed by a Soulless just after you were kidnapped when he was just two years old. I kept his soul close to me until he could be reborn and the two of you could meet properly. Everything that happened was supposed to happen." She answers patiently, a mischievous smile on her lips. I want to ask more, to learn more about the destinies of others and how her roll works, but after a sip of my own tea dizziness takes over me.

- Really son, on certain subjects you are a real idiot – he says, shaking his head. - I know you are my father, but I don't admit that... - But do you admit to making your mate suffer to the point of becoming a feral rogue? Have you been looking at Micky? I have. Do you know how weak he is? Do you know how you are making Hell go feral? Alex looks at his father in disbelief. - What are you talking about? - Alex, when we find our soulmate, we need to complete the matebond. That's why we usually have sex before putting the matebond mark on our mates. That's how we complete the matebond.

“But I’m sure you’ll figure out a way to still be friends. Maybe you’ll be their mate.” “Their? Everyone only gets one mate.” “Nope,” Suzie said, standing up and grabbing her phone. “Look, there are several instances where it happened. None were with an alpha male, but it has happened.” It could never happen because I am human. And a traitor.

She was sort of my soul mate. Yes that is her!!! We understand each other blindly and we have an incredibly strong bond with each other. She always gets my full attention when we are in the same room together and I always try to accommodate her needs. If she's happy, so am I, and if she's not, I'll try my best to change it, like tonight. The chemistry between Josie and I is also right, we even have the same sense of humor and I can laugh with her at the dumbest jokes like no other person. Josie manages to see my world with different eyes and she shows me a new way, her way. I am not perfect. Absolutely not. I've had so many women and no one has been able to see inside me. I hurt many, no mos

He is also a good person at heart, and that only makes him more attractive to me. We haven’t seen each other in nearly a month, so we spend some time catching up. There are stories better told in person than over the phone. I tell Kane about the Moon Goddess Ball and Coit meeting his mate. Kane is genuinely curious about the Ball, and I tell him all the details I can remember. “How does the mating thing work?” he asks. “Is it about compatibility or proximity?” “No one actually knows,” I answer. “All we’ve been told is that our mate is supposed to be the other half of our soul, the perfect person for us. I don’t know if it factors in proximity. Otherwise, my mate would have been someone like

I remembered a passage from one of the few books I had ever read: “A soulmate is a being bound to you by destiny, a perfect mirror of your soul. With one look, they become your center, your orbit, your reason to exist. For them, you would move mountains, cross oceans, bend the world itself. Two souls united in perfect harmony,together, they form something eternal.” Bruce had lied to me all along. Sobs shook my chest,loud, uncontrollable. I didn’t even know if they came from joy or terror. My voice trembled as I whispered:

I shouldn't have come here. The first I saw was a chest. The fang tattoo gleamed brightly at me. The tall figure lowered his head and piercing, wild golden eyes stared at me. You came. You're here. My precious mate. No. I shook my head, unable to believe what I was seeing. No, the goddess had to be mistaken. I had spent all the twenty years of my existence believing that I would have no mate. I was a cursed child!

“There are mates in this supernatural world,” Bianca began, her eyes burning into Mia’s, her hand tight in hers. “And there are soulmates. For some, they find their soulmates in their mates, but for some, they find their soulmates in other people.” Mia already knew where this was going, but she didn't want Bianca to stop talking. She was hung up on her words, trying to find out if what she did was the first thing or if she was breaking his heart for nothing.