Soulmate Eternal Love Tattoo Novels & Stories

Below it, I wore faded denim shorts that showed off my long, dusky skinned legs paired with a fashionable pair of black heeled boots that went just above the ankle. So the spreading, navy blue tattoo was clearly visible for the world to see and it formed a tribal tattoo exactly identical to the one Chester had on his chest !! “That’s the mark of my father’s clan,” he revealed. “It is said that only true lovers are able to get exactly identical tattoos which is the rarest of rare case, believe me, specially if the lover is not from the same clan,” he elucidated. “This mark will always protect you and give you my part of the courage and energy if you ever need it when I am not with you. It is

I cannot believe the goddess of battle chose me. Turning to face Liam, “let Kalen come forward”. Liam thinks for a second before his eyes change to their black stones. “There you are my love”. He purrs at her touch and her words. Their foreheads touch. Centuries worth of love and attachment rush over me as I feel their souls touch. ‘Wow, she wasn’t joking. They really are eternal mates’. “Liam, come forward”. His icy blue eyes blink open.

I tip my glass to Delilah. “During a trip to the coven, we found out that our wolves have been mates for over eight hundred years. They told us that Kas and my human spirits have been connected with our wolves for just as long. When I was trying to understand the significance of this, Kas explained it very eloquently to me. Enough so, that I got it tattooed on my wrist. Hate tried to erase the message, but my tattoo artist is stronger than hate.” Another chuckle goes around the room. ”So, I would like to make a toast to you all, your wolves, and something we can all pray to the Moon Goddess for; May the love you and your mate have today, last forever. Forever in the past and forever in the f

“Okay, okay. Anyway, I don’t believe in marriage. I only love one person, for life. And the person I love must always be by my side.” He was staring straight at me when he said it, like he was making a sacred promise. As the teasing died down, I saw Sienna lean closer to Orion out of the corner of my eye. Her fingers slipped inside the open collar of his shirt. I saw her fingertips trace paths across his chest, right over the spot where the initial of my name, “E,” was tattooed. Leaving faint, suggestive scratches. He got that tattoo for me on my 20th birthday. He said he wanted to carve me onto his heart, so he would never forget.

Both of us make appointments at a tattoo shop after our honeymoon and get a band tattooed around our left ring fingers. It's permanent, just like the depth of love I have for her and always will.

He told me. I nodded. “By far the most important one I’ve ever gotten. Even more so than this…” I pointed to my rose and flame tattoo… the one that shows which family I’m in. “So who are the names usually for?” I asked him. “For men.. it’s usually their mother, or grandmother, if they’d passed away.. the opposite for women.. usually father or grandfather. Occasionally a brother or sister. But more often than not.. it’s someone they have such a connection with, that it surpasses that of simply girl or boyfriend. It’s a soul mate .. family… but beyond that.”

"I want you to disappear. I never want to see your pathetic face again." "You don't mean that." He scoffs. "I'll always be a part of you. You'll always be a part of me. We'll never be completely out of each other's lives. We are soulmates. We even have matching tattoos." "Brandon, what are you doing?"

My breath hitched as I recognized the intricate design—a mate tattoo. My mind reeled, questions crashing into each other like waves in a storm. How? When? Who? I couldn’t tear my gaze away from it. It didn’t make sense. A mate tattoo was scared, a bond forged by fate itself. It appeared only when the Moon Goddess seemed two souls meant for one another. But Olivia? My grip on her tightened as my thoughts spiraled. Was it possible she’d gotten it done at some tattoo shop, oblivious to the meaning? No, that couldn’t be it. The lines were too precise, too ethereal. This was no human creation.

The very thought twisted my stomach with guilt and sorrow. “It’s hard for you to understand, Samuel, but kissing someone without their permission, especially someone who’s mated, isn’t innocent, even your intentions were. I love your father. It doesn’t matter that it’s been ten years or ten thousand years; I’ll always love him.” I started to explain, crouching and putting my hand on Samuel’s shoulder. “Is the mate bond so strong the love survives death?” Samuel asked. “Yes, my darling.” I smiled sadly and kissed his forehead. “Mates are a profound and magical thing. The Goddess seeks to give our people balance and everlasting love by weaving our souls together. It’s something that can’t be e

When I look I see a strange mark on my neck, etched in the same gold that was used in the magical binding ceremony. “What is it?” I ask her. “Some call it a love rune, others call it a binding rune,” she says, then looks up at me. “I guess it’s both. Our love binds us together for all eternity, my love. It will also allow you to walk in the sun without needing the rune I made you. My light and love now live inside of you for as long as we live.” “Forever,” I say to her. “Forever,” she says and I kiss her again, one of trillions of kisses that I intend to give my mate in our very long life together.