Soulmate Stories Novels & Stories

A soulmate literally means the other half of a being’s soul, the word being derived from the story of the powerful but lonely souls who decided to split into two exact halves and go in different directions, with the aim of finding each other again. The concept of a soulmate is an integral part of every supernatural culture. Demons, werewolves, vampires, ghouls, and dragons, amongst many others, treasure it highly- although they have different words for it. Even witches, who do not have soulmates, understand and respect the culture of the soulmates. It is the lifeblood of every realm, be it as high as the heavens or in the innermost depths of hell.

Sandra rumbled on feeling her head pounding. “We exist but keep ourselves hidden from humans, but sometimes our soulmates are humans then we have no choice but to tell them who we are, just like you and Jake. He is your mate and am sure he was going to tell you about it in time.” Sandra couldn’t stop her mind from racing.

The quote was, ' What's a Soulmate ? - It's like a best friend but more. It's the one person in the world who knows you better than anyone else. That someone who makes you a better person. No, actually they don't make you a better person. You do it yourself because they inspire you. A soulmate is someone you carry with you forever. It's one person who knew you, accepted you and believed in you before anyone else did or when no one else would. And no matter what happens, you'll always love them and nothing could ever change that.' Ethan had rolled the car into the parking lot of Crunchy Comfort by then. He tilts his head and smiles at me whilst unbuckling his seat belt. I keep on staring at

Five years of pain and isolation before succumbing to their fate. I drum my fingers on the desk, the story gnawing at me. A mate is said to be the other half of your soul, a reflection of yourself. How did they endure it? How did they survive the longing, the ache to be whole? What happened between them that made them both fight it for so long?

We kept choosing it, even when it took guts, sacrifice, forgiveness, and growing. Bella leaned into me, resting her head on my shoulder, her hand still on her belly. They'll know that the best love stories aren't about finding your soulmate. They're about deciding to *become* soul partners, one step at a time, one challenge at a time, one day at a time. That hit me hard. Soul partners. Not people who were meant to be together, but people who decided to build something together that neither of them could have done alone.

I said, and she looked at me, confused. "Okay, a myth about soulmates. What does that mean that you all find your true love or something?" She asked "That's exactly what it means, Camela. My twin, Blaire, found her soulmate when we were nineteen. They have been happy ever since. Most of my mom, dad, aunts, and uncles have found their soulmates. I was one of the last of my age groups that hadn't found mine and thought I didn't have one. Until I met you the other day," I said

"But I’ve heard stories. Old ones. My grandmother told me. Others, whispered by the elder women around the fire. They all say the same thing." She pauses dramatically, and despite myself, I find my head leaning slightly in her direction. "They say mates are bound by the soul. That they’re two halves, finally recognizing each other. And when that happens, they can’t be separated. Not for long. It’s like tearing living fabric. Something rips. Something breaks." I swallow hard. "And what happens... if they try to live apart?" Alyssa watches me closely. "No one knows for sure. But they say there’s a price. That the pain grows. That it becomes a void, a hole. Some go mad. Others simply... waste a

But as time went on their weekly meeting turned into twice weekly meetings, and then without us even noticing they had started spending all their free time together. We were all happy for them when they told us about six months ago that they were an official couple and moving in together. Which we didn’t think was that big of a deal considering they both had suites at the pack house, but now they only have one. After losing a mate often, the living mate dies shortly after, but I think that they both helped save each other from that fate. Sinical Will on the other hand says that because they both had probably given up on their mate bonds they were no longer as strong yielding them less powerf

I was damaged…broken…and this magnificent man deserved so much more. 'A mate…is short for our soulmate. They are a wolf's one true love, their life…the reason for their being. Our soulmates complete us and once we find our mates, there will be no one for us but for that one person.' Alex's words from earlier came to my mind, about how he had told me that I was his soulmate. Sarah had later told me that the Moon Goddess chose soulmates for each and every wolf…a bond that is formed by the Goddess herself…then how could she have chosen me for him?

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: