Birthmark Stories Novels & Stories

Maybe I’d been blind. I turned and headed back for the packhouse, my boots hitting the soil with each step. A couple of young wolves were sparring in the open yard, practicing battle moves. They looked up and paused as I neared them, bowing slightly. “Quick on your feet, good work,” I said, nodding, and kept moving. A birthmark. One that even Sara couldn’t explain. That meant it had to be old. Maybe ancient. Something rare. Something hidden. Or maybe it meant nothing and she was just overreacting.

Victor looked back at the photo. His face went pale. “And look at this,” Marcus said, pointing at the baby’s tiny hand in the picture. “That birthmark.” Victor leaned closer. A small crescent-shaped mark near the wrist. Marcus’ voice lowered. “I saw that same birthmark on Zara the other day.” Victor’s eyes widened. “And remember,” Marcus continued, his thoughts racing, “Zara donated blood to me once during the accident.” Victor nodded slowly. “It was a match,” Marcus finished.

She looked down at me and her eyes were darkened with desire. Nothing in my life could have prepared me for the way she made me feel just by that one look. When I looked back down, something caught my eye. Just on the side of her hip, was the strangest-looking birthmark. It was in the shape of a crescent moon. There was something about it that looked so familiar like my mind was trying to remember something important. Most werewolves don’t carry birthmarks. There were rumors about the ones that did carry them, but I had tried to ignore the rumors. Something was nagging at me to try to remember something though, I just couldn’t recall what it was.

The sharp thorns cut into his back, and blood trickled down. An irregular birthmark appeared! From a distance, it looked like the outline of a wolf. Seeing this scene from the hill, Lauren trembled, her eyes wide in disbelief. "This... this is..." She stared nervously at the birthmark on his back. "A birthmark? This... this birthmark..." She would never forget the birthmark on her son's back when she gave birth to him. At that time, the child was small, and the birthmark covered most of his back. Now, the birthmark on his back was exactly the same!

So why does it still feel like it should? The water continued to run, the steady rhythm soothing and relentless. As the foam slid down her spine, it traced the soft dip at her lower back before disappearing into the curve of her hips. There, near the small of her back, the water caught on something else— a vivid birthmark, shaped like a drop of crimson paint. It glowed faintly against her wet skin, striking in its colour—red as a fresh wound, beautiful and jarring all at once. Her gaze lingered on it. The sight always unsettled her. That mark, that uninvited flaw, had followed her since birth, like fate’s signature scrawled upon her body.

"It’s a 'Heartbeat.' They’ve found the one thing the 'Perfect-Universe' can’t kill: the 'Solid-Mistake'." The "Great-Story" was now being written in "Iron-Ink" on a "Canvas of Stone."

Liam gave me a questioning look. "You have to tell us if you need our help" I said. He let out a sigh and took off his torn shirt. He rose to his feet and turned his back to us. Luke's eyes widened. His birthmark covered the whole expanse of his back. It was like a tattoo, but I knew better. It was a rare birthmark. It was in the shape of a wolf howling at the moon. "Wait, is that the birthmark of the Red Wolf?" I said, not believing what I was seeing. "Yes, that's it" Luke breathed rising to his feet."I'll be right back" he said and went into the spare room. He was holding a really ancient book when he stepped out. "What's that?" Liam asked, looking even more confused.

Not only spoiling fawaz but many kids too, she loves children. She thought maybe when she is nice to them she will get her own bundle of joy running around the house. She served herself and Khadija in the same plate, sipping the cold drink. She thought about her mother. She missed her so much, her mother died due to anaemia and since then nafisa has been researching on the disease . "Hey, you seem out"Khadija said acknowledging her cousin's mood. Nafisa shrugged it off with a nothing which came out barely as a whisper. They ate the food in silence.

Since it was a Saturday, the children could play as much as they liked. … Old Crows Town was a small town. From above, the outline of the town looked like a crow with black outlines and everything. No one knew how exactly how long Old Crow Town had been around. Not even Old Cabbage, the oldest man in the town. Many of the members in the town had either migrated there or the members of the older generation who knew anything about the town’s history were long dead.

"I don't know specifically about her that mark but I know how she got the burn marks that too from what she told me...when she got at the orphanage she was 4 and a man came to gave her there. Her guardian at orphanage ...her Maa...she told her that the man said that her parents died in car explosion and her parents must have tried to save her from dying ,they succeeded in that but not in saving her from fire...she must have burned her leg at the accident... And the mark you are talking about..I think it’s not a different one...it is from the explosion only and she said it might be a birth mark may be...I think you are over reacting " "Aarav....no I am not over reacting and this story that is