Soulmates Greek Novels & Stories

After a while, she let go of my hand and lay back in her chair with her eyes closed. "I can understand your worries now." She says with a smile. You both have a special connection between you... Like a soulmate." My eyes widen "Soulmate! We're not romantically involved..." "A soulmate is someone with whom you feel an intricate sense of connection and compatibility not always romantic or sexual, don't be silly!" "I see..." She opens her eyes and looks at me. "Your friend is not the fragile girl you're parading her to be, Sif..." Caught in a lie, I smile awkwardly.

she asked next. I wasn’t prepared for that question. My heart skipped a beat, my mouth went dry, and my wolf howled with anticipation. Alex and Sean looked at me with smug grins. With a smile, I began, “A mate is our soul mate, our other half, a person created for us by the goddess. We recognize them as soon as we meet them and desire only them. From birth, we’re missing a piece of our soul, which can only be completed by finding our mate. Their love is pure and boundless, a love worth killing for and dying for.” I looked into her eyes and saw a mix of adoration, shock, and awe.

Her hands still pressed against my sister’s chest. Alma simply nodded. After knocking, Egan, Marion, Daniel and Adrian entered the room. “Thank you for coming, Jen,” Egan smiled politely as he walked close to Alma and wrapped his arms around her baby bump gently. “It’s my pleasure, Lord Egan.” “I was telling Alma and Mallory about Kemely. Her mate’s presence would help her. The souls of mates are made of the same cosmic energy and one can complete the other, feed and heal. She needs her mate’s presence, touch, his mark. They have to be one for Kemy to find a way to be one within herself,” Jen said.

Mates was one such topic, especially so that I could understand what it meant about him having a mate and Luna. Mates, or soulmates, were paired together by the Moon Goddess. They were meant to be each other’s completions. It was a truly beautiful concept. It was believed that everyone had a fated mate out there, but unfortunately not everyone would meet their mates. There was a variety of reasons such as distance, age, one mate’s death, or trauma just to name a few.

Honestly, I would rather die. He claps me on the shoulder. “Mr. Rourke, I’m sure you’re familiar with the term ‘soulmates.’” I meet his resolute gaze, wondering where he’s driving with this. “I don’t know how it feels to have one of those, but I’m smart enough to figure out that what you and your wife have is not ordinary. You’re her soulmate. Her spirit pair. Both your souls are bound together by an invisible thread.” “What are you saying, Michael?”

"But the gods measure him by how he carries his destiny." She spoke of fate often—not as myth, but as law. That the five of us had one same mate, chosen by something older than time. A woman whose soul had been woven with ours before we were even born. A companion who would carry our light and temper our shadows. And if destiny didn’t bring her to us, we were to find her. Like our fathers did. "If fate doesn’t deliver her," she said, ladling soup during our last visit, "go out into the world, find her, and claim her, as your fathers crossed mountains to claim me. Don’t wait for signs. Be the sign."

“Good. Now imagine that but on steroids. And crack. And more steroids. And maybe mixed with a fever dream no one asked for. That’s a mate.” I blinked. “So… a soulmate?” She shook her head. “No darling, soulmate is soft. Cute. Romantic. Mate is… violent destiny. Mate is permanent. Mate is stick-to-you-like-glue energy. Mate is ‘if you die, I die’ nonsense. Mate is a cosmic marriage contract signed with magical blood and no human consent form.” I stared at her. She stared back. “That sounds like kidnapping with extra toppings,” I said. “Welcome to the supernatural world,” she replied.

They’d softened significantly. “I understand now,” he said. “And I appreciate how much you want to look after your mother. Even if it was misplaced, I can’t be upset with you for trying to take care of my fated mate.” “Fated mate?” I repeated. He smiled. “Yes,” he said. “Fated mates are our gift from the Lunar Goddess. She finds our perfect match. Humans use the term soulmate, I believe. But it’s more powerful of a bond than you could imagine.”