Birthmark Stories Novels & Stories

He has suffered so much, that it ached their hearts, made them restless, seeking solutions to problems they couldn't find. "My love, it's just a birthmark and it could be a coincidence they both shared the same, I bet there are more kids in the world with the same birthmark, it's nothing special." Daniels started but now the whole birthmark conversation had piqued Levon's curiosity and he couldn't keep quiet anymore. "I want to go there!" He blurted out and his parents gawked in shock at his sudden utterance. "Why?" Mark asked. "If he is the one then I must find him for sure," Levon explained.

My birthmark suddenly returns back with the same itchy burning sensation which I had before but this time the sensation increases ten times and I almost yelp in pain. "What is it?" Byrone questioned concerned as he steps towards me and holds my wrist. "It's burning here." I showed him my birth sign as I slip off my sleeves. The whole birthmark is actually burning. The circle around the birthmark is currently black as a burn mark and the inside of the circle is glowing in an orange reddish color. Byrone looks at my birth mark in awe. "What is this? I have never seen anything like this before..." he whispered softly his eyes glued to my skin as he slowly traces the pattern of my birthmark and

I asked, my tone softer now. He looked up at me finally, eyes steady. “I just want to be sure,” he said. “Are you certain it’s a birthmark and not a tattoo?” I felt my throat tighten. “I’ve had it since I was born…well, according to my mum. Why would I lie about that?” “Because people lie when they don’t know what they carry,” he replied calmly. “And that… that mark, Carol… are you sure you’ve never seen it on anyone else? On another person?”

Tears free falling from my eyes. ‘I shouldn’t have to, you can feel it can’t you? your twenty-three now, the age of ascension. You knew from the moment you had that dream of me who I was, you just wouldn’t let yourself believe it. If you won’t believe me, ask your wolf, she can sense it. And if you won’t believe her, the mark on your hip is our family mark. Most people confuse it for a birthmark, but really, it’s a mark that’s been passed through our family for decades’. She lifted her blouse and rolled the band of her pants showing me the same mark, Identical to mine. I always thought it was weird, who has ever had a birthmark that looked like a locket surrounded by vines.

A story I wanted to read. “Hayden…” I whispered. “What’s that one?” He stepped out, shirtless. Shadows hit his tattoos. Each one alive. Dangerous. Marked. Mine to claim if I dared. “You’re staring,” he said, voice low. “I can’t help it. You look… tempting.” That made him laugh. “But seriously, do your tattoos tell stories? Why mark yourself?” “To remind me of things that changed me,” he said. “And mostly because I like to feel the pain of being marked.”

I ask them in a shuddering tone, glancing at Quenten, who is now glaring across the table at them, and he rests a heavy hand on top of mine. “You have a birthmark on your shoulder blade.” Regan finally mutters with glassy eyes when she finds her voice again. “Yes. Like the shape of a seahorse with bat wings.” I reply with a light chuckle filled with sorrow. “My brother Nate used to make fun of me all the time about it when I was a child.” I stop talking to suppress a memory that will have me in tears. “Did one of your parents have the same?” I shake my head and pinch my brows together. “No. It was just me.”

Myra stated. “She did mention that but I never took her seriously, I mean when do birthmarks come in that clear dark ink and that perfectly drawn?” Cole answered. “Maybe because it is not a birthmark instead. It was just what she told her daughter. It is a mark of contract right?” Carson asked as he stepped back into the room. “I haven’t seen this type before.”

"Oh?" "Mommy, Jamie also has a birthmark on her body just like me. It's even located in the same area. Don't you think this is amazing?" Hearing those words, Ember was stunned for a moment with a trace of doubt flashed across her eyes. "Jamie also has a birthmark just like yours?" Avery, who never lied, nodded vigorously as he replied, "Yeah!" The same birthmark? How could such a coincidence exist? There were very few children with birthmarks to begin with. It was even rarer for them to have birthmarks in the same area.

She continues to laugh at me as she makes her way into bed. “Not all of it.” I say, somewhat unconvincingly. I try to remember something about him that hasn’t been written about, that no one else really knows, but I come up with basically nothing. “He has a birthmark on his back that kind of looks like the outline of Ben Franklin.” Is somehow what I settle on, which just makes Brea laugh harder. I really don’t see what’s funny.

The young man startled violently and tried pulling back. “That mark!” Ria gasped. “I remember it!” Her breathing quickened. “In a fight while trying to protect me… you got badly injured at the party in Chantel Beach!” Her voice trembled harder. “You’re still trying to hide even with this mark?” The young man froze completely. His lips slowly parted before shutting again. Then finally…. “This mark…” he said slowly, “was a birthmark right there since I was born.” He paused briefly before looking directly into her eyes.