Soulmate Tattoos Novels & Stories

Those who are deprived of the blessing and do not have the soulmate mark, are born as runts and do not possess pure affinity. Those are the pitiful children, from whom even the moon turned its eyes away. It goes on about soulmates being a super important part of life and how their love is like the tides rising in the ocean, vast and present for as long as the moon continues to shine. I snort, turning the page “Sounds like a load of bullshit.”

Ivy He was going to soul mark me. I remember vaguely sometime ago what a soul mark was. It was the deepest commitment two mates can have. It’s not just marking your mate’s body but rather marking her soul in a way that binds both the mates’s souls together for an eternity. As such, when one mate dies, the other mate is bound to die too because the pain tatters the soul in a way that couldn’t be survived.

I simply stared back at him for a moment, mentally wondering why would he want to know about that, since actually there wasn’t anything interesting about my tattoo. It was just a simple one, representing two zodiac signs, mine and my brother’s. “Okay. Fine,” I finally agreed, giving him a small nod while he simply kept on watching me, silently inviting me to tell the story. I then lowered my gaze to the two tangled zodiac signs, inked in black on the inside of my forearm, sighing as I remembered exactly what determined me to have it. “I was actually only fifteen when I had it...” I started, letting out a small, humourless chuckle,

Danielle’s POV As I dragged a screaming Zompano with my claws buried knuckle deep inside his head, the three spiked arrow merged into my arrow tattoo and that’s when the complete prophesy aligned to the current circumstances. The Zorean Pack’s existence shall be wiped off in this millennium by a creature who shall neither be single in number nor multiple. My demon, mates and I formed a single being or a multi creature unit ? It is said that a soulmate is the person that is made from the same star as you.

"Mr. Greenwood, I do." Arnold's eyes were wet as he gripped my hand tight, as if he were holding the whole world. He slid the ring onto my finger, then bent down and kissed me—soft, slow, full of love. Behind us, Bailey's cries tore through the air. But none of that had anything to do with me anymore. I changed my course and ran toward my love and my new future. The sun was warm, the sea breeze gentle. And I knew that this time, I married my soul mate.

“Like… I get the soulmate thing. But what does it mean? What happens if I reject you? Or choose one of you over the other?” The questions came like a flood now. Her panic had turned into desperation for answers. Rowan crouched beside her, his tone calm. “A mate is chosen by the Moon Goddess. It’s a soul-deep connection. Emotional. Physical. Spiritual. It’s not forced, but once it awakens, it’s hard to ignore. You’ll crave your mate. Need them. You’ll feel their pain like your own.”

“What do you mean?” “I believe Kieran has told you about us being soulmates?” He asked and she nodded her head. “Being soulmates means once you choose me and I mark you, your soul be intertwined with mine and you will be stuck with me for life. You will be dragged into the world of werewolves and every other supernatural. And possibly our children will be beasts like me and they might even have the same fate as mine and struggle their entire lives. You can walk away, reject me and live your life. Without the fear of being hurt by your soulmate.” Onyx stopped and Ophelia stared at him with wide eyes.

He explains and I furrowed my brows "That makes no sense..." I grunt and he chuckles "'course it does... what do you think a soul mate is... it is your true half... or at least ... somewhat half... every person has half of another soul... the one with humans names usually don't know their soul's names but their carrier name usually as the name in their name or sometimes it's given to them by family... That's why having your mate beside you is necessary... when you procreate it is not just a harmonization of your souls but the stability of creating something born from that true bond." Isaac wolf says and I furrowed my brows in thought

I spoke in a polite tone, and the nicer-looking one smiled at me. "I'd like a…" his eyes searched my name tag. "... Kenna special. Is that on the menu?" He cracked a smile at the end. I couldn't help but chuckle at his corniness. "Smooth," I said in an amused voice, and he laughed. "I'm Brian, by the way. This is my best mate, Sean." He introduced both himself and his friend, and I saw that his friend looked like he wanted to be anywhere else than here. "Okay. Hi, there, and as you already know, I'm Kenna the waitress." I played it out as a joke.

I took the ring from him with shaking hands. Nearly dropped it because I was crying so hard. "I love you too," I confessed, my voice breaking. "And I'm so, so sorry. I'm really sorry, Danny. For everything I said in that courtroom. Everything I did. I only want forever with you too. Only you." "You are my soulmate," Danny told me seriously, a tear escaping his eyes. I smiled through my tears, wiping my face messily. "You're mine too. You're stuck with me now."