Soulmates Greek Novels & Stories

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?

"Um, there's a flaw to that theory, soul mates don't exist and who the hell is Selene?!" " Cute," Allison says, poking me in the chest. "Real cute. But I can without a doubt confirm as well as every mate, male and female here that their partners could never be more suited. As for Selene, she's the moon goddess. She's one that gives us the gift of mates. "

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.

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.

"Calm down," I say when I see him starting to hyperventilate, "Eros, sit down and stop spiraling. Yes, all of those things are because we're mates. But we don't really call it 'soulmates' in my cult, we just say we're fated mates. Brought together by fate, destined to create a future and a life together.” “Oh… That sounds beautiful,” he whispers, then shakes his head and frowns, “Too good to be true.”

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.”

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.