Soulmates Greek Novels & Stories

So she researched. She believed in fate, destiny, karma. She believed in divine beings playing with people’s hearts and souls, creating a perfect match for everyone. And she believed in those ancient lore of love. How, according to Greek legends, Zeus split up the pairs, damning them to spend their lives searching for their other half. They were soulmates, and they were meant to be. And she believed that one day, somehow, someway, they would reunite. She believed in the Chinese string theory of how a red string tied together two souls. And no matter the time, place, distance or situation, nothing could break the bond between those two hearts who were meant to be.

“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.

I asked. "Being soulmates means we are destined to be together. It means we are one another's partner in life. We will be with one another throughout life sharing love, happiness, sorrow, joy and pain." He responded. I couldn't help. A humorless laugh escaped my lips. "To hell with you! Soulmates! Bloody nonsense! I don't believe a word you said." I seethed in anger.

I said. “Mate? What does that mean?” She said, a blush creeping onto her face like she knows. I didn’t make a face but I feel like she knows more than she is letting on. “When the Moon Goddess makes the perfect pairing between two of her creations, it is called a mated pair. They are then put on this earth with half of their heart and soul in another person's body. It’s basically a real deal soulmate. Once a wolf finds their mate, they actually uhm.. ‘Mate’.. And then mark each other to solidify their bond and most of the time they stay together. Forever. ” I said. “And you are mine..” I growled slightly.

He continues to believe I am his mate, but debating with him will be fruitless. “What is a mate, Zeus?” “A soulmate is a woman chosen by the moon goddess to be your wife, and, of course, the one with whom you will mate.” “Zeus,” I addressed him. “Mmmm.” “Can you tell me what I smell like?” He began sniffing about and then responded. “Earthly.” I let out a frustrated groan. “You’re well aware that you can’t fool Rex, aren’t you?” That is what I stated in an attempt to divert the subject.

Elsie's shoulders dropped slightly as if some of the tension in her body evaporated. "Yeah, there are. Do you want to properly meet my mate?" Shirley beamed brightly. "Mate?" I kept hearing this word thrown around, but no one had told me what it meant. "Yeah, my mate. Uh, I am sure Carl might be able to explain it to you in better terms, but I'll try." Shirley screwed her eyes up towards the ceiling as she spoke. "So humans sometimes refer to someone as their soulmate. Well, each werewolf has an actual soulmate that has been selected for us by the Moon Goddess, Selene. Our mates are the other halves of our souls. They complete us. We have a special bond because we are mates."

The whole field trembles besides Luna and me. "No, Alpha King, I apologize," Alpha Layne says, and Emmett steps back, nodding towards Luna. "As my mate stated, I have been told by the Goddess that this pack has lost its way. Multiple instances of disrespect have been shown to our Goddess, for example, CHOSEN MATES. Who gave you the right to disregard the Goddess's wishes? Do you think you know better than the Goddess? This way of mating will no longer stand. Chosen mates are for wolves who lost their mate through rejection or the unfortunate souls who never get to meet their real mate.

I turn to Micheal and say "Help me explain this? Without freaking him out?" Micheal nods and says "Okay, well the first thing that you should know is that the Amore are basicly the same thing as a soulmate. They are paired together by the moon goddess herself. So rejecting your Amore is an insult to the goddess herself. Some people may still reject their Amore, but the way that we were raised we know that your amore is your other half, you will never feel whole on your own." He pauses and then adds "Do you understand so far?"

“You are my mate. The bond has been pulling me toward you since the day you came of age. I followed it across four states to find you. Please — I’m asking you to accept me.” She took a step back. Looked at him. Looked at his face, kneeling in the grass of her dream-clearing, completely serious. “What’s a mate?” she said carefully. “Like — a partner? A… sexual partner?” Something crossed his face that might have been amusement, briefly. “A person can have many partners. They have only one mate. It’s a gift from the Goddess — the other half of your soul. There’s no substitute and no replacement. You either find them or you spend your life without them.”

he asked. "What do you mean?" I asked. He gave me a mysterious smile. "I mean, mates are like two bodies of the same soul, right? They basically complete each other, so we can see soulmates as each other," he said. I looked at him, wondering if he was driving at what I was thinking. The sly smile widened. "So, you and Mia share the prophecy because you are mates. Wouldn't that make sense? Then they won't need to be a conflict between you too. You are her, and she's you," he said.