What Does Imprint On Someone Mean In Twilight Novels & Stories

He stopped in front of the young man and tilted his head, his nostrils flaring as he caught Adreas's scent, now fused with his own. "I want to mark you, Adreas. Not a bite that fades in weeks, or a superficial mark of possession during sex. I want the Imprinting. A permanent marking on the gland of your neck. It binds your essence to mine. To my senses, you will cease to be a stranger and become part of my own organism. I will sense your fear from miles away; I will feel your pain as if it were my own. And, more importantly, the supernatural world will see that you are not just a partner, but an extension of the Alpha."

“Can you attempt to explain it to me?” He shook his head again, but it wasn’t to tell me no. It was because he was thinking. He ran a hand through his hair and then said, “Okay, so… you’ve heard of imprinting, right?” My face scrunched up as I contemplated that concept. I had heard of it before. Lots of shifter books and movies include some form of imprinting, where two wolves see each other and know they’re meant to mate for life. “Yes,” I said, “but I didn’t think it existed.”

Her heart did a little leap at the word 'marriage' for a reason she was too bothered to think about right now. "When two Vampires claim each other, they make a verbal declaration and make an imprint on each other. For humans, it is the same, only that the process is more time lenient. The verbal claiming comes first, then the imprint might come at a latter date when the human is ready." "Ready for what exactly? What is the whole imprinting thing about?" He turned fully to her, leaning closer, as his fangs slid out slowly from the corners of his lips. "This," he pointed to his fangs, "sank into that," he pointed to one side of her neck, "an imprint. It finalizes it all. A point of no return."

Was he not supposed to tell me? “What's an imprint?” Junto looks around to room, scanning everybody around us nervously. He has officially confirmed my suspicions. I wasn't supposed to know. “Junto,” I press. He looks back in my direction, but looks anywhere but my face. He stares above my head. “Yeah, it's this thing where one Shifter's spirit recognizes another Shifter's spirit as their soul mate, so they do this kind of bonding thing that unites their spirits.” Why was I not supposed to know that? “And that can only happen at these events?”

His voice suddenly turned cautious. My forehead creased when I caught Vincent's doubtful glance on me. "But the relationship that comes from imprinting is just an imitation of a werewolf mate bond, maybe that's why the mark Alex gave you always fades." If I had heard all this yesterday I probably would have agreed too, but I'm pretty sure what I felt last night with Alex wasn't the effect of an imprint imitation relationship. Alex is my true mate. Of course I couldn't say all this to Vincent. "Is this what Balthazar wanted to talk to Alex about just now?" I asked with a sigh. I can imagine how Alex would react if he heard about it.

"She was a strong and powerful wolf, but she couldn't accept the fact that your father had imprinted on me." Ava's eyes widened in surprise. "Imprinted?" she asked. Andrea smiled, nodding. "Yes, imprinted. It's a powerful connection between two werewolves, one that cannot be broken. Your father and I were meant to be together." Tyler frowned, his eyes narrowed in confusion. "But if your father was meant to be with Elsa, how did you end up together?" Jax chuckled, placing a hand on Tyler's shoulder. "It's a long and complicated story, son," he said. "But the important thing is that we found each other and we love each other very much."

“Imade please breathe. I know you are nervous and you are scared of how this meeting would turn out but please breathe.” Elle tried to calm a now nervous Imade but nothing was working. Since she looked up to the man she was supposed to marry, she had been feeling all types of jitters. The more she read those articles, the more they painted a deadly scenario in her head. What’s worse was that she couldn't stop even after knowing what she was getting into. She kept on devouring more of those devilish articles and now she is stuck with a deadly first impression of Romero Vaughan, nothing would erase that from her head.

Yvonne asked me to focus on a beam of light on the ceiling. I concentrated on the light. After a few minutes, she asked gently, “Who are you?” “Aurora Twilight.” “Do you know Harry Chalamet?” “Yes, I do.” “No, you don’t.” “I do. I know him. No… I don’t know him.” “You don’t know him.” “I… don’t know him.”

Her cheeks flushed as she remembered the sculpted nudity she had been trying to ignore. “You must have lived under a rock or something, princess.” He said, tapping her nose gently, though a tremor shook his hand and he nearly missed, “The imprinting process between true mates is instinctual and happens through consummation. But chosen mates can intentionally imprint through strong emotions during... well, the right moment.” Lyra furrowed her brow, unsure of what he meant. “Is it like a... mark or something?” He hesitated but then gave a soft sigh as though accepting her lack of knowledge on the topic.

I beamed, my face lit up into a wide smile. However, despite the happiness that clouded the moment, the girl didn't move an inch nor flinch as her gaze was solely fixated on my face. Well, I also glanced at her, unable to look away— not even for a second. I guess the imprint has started to work on both of us. Just how do I explain the situation to her?... That my old flirtatious wolf imprinted on her that night. I'm quite sure she also knows how intense the imprint might be.