Novel & Cerita Birthmark Stories

After turning to face Jessica, Liam's grandma spoke while tears formed in the corner of her eye. "Both my late son and my grandson shared the same birthmark. I am therefore surprised that's all. Nothing is wrong with owning something so lovely. The crimson star birthmark is the enduring symbol of our close-knit family bond, which has been believed for generations. Even my spouse had a birthmark like that." In Jessica's gut, a chilly wind generated a tornado that steadily permeated her veins with overwhelming emotions. Although it was fantastic to hear, Jessica became afraid when she started to guess what Liam's grandmother was trying to say.

The pieces of the puzzle were slowly falling into place, revealing a narrative that had been hidden beneath the surface, waiting to be unveiled. And as the whispers swirled around me, I couldn't help but feel that this encounter, this unexpected revelation, was only the beginning of a journey that would unearth the truths of my past and reshape the course of my future. The scar on my face, the birthmark on my shoulder they were more than just marks. They were the keys that would unlock a destiny that had remained shrouded in mystery, a destiny that had now been set into motion by the very events unfolding within the arena.

“That’s gross. Mixture of spices that turned into juice? I would rather kiss or fuck the ugliest man in this circle than to taste that.” Everyone aside from Hendrix and Kylie screamed. “That’s what we want!” “You must be so wild in bed, Leanna!” I shook my head and just chuckled. Mark took the bottle from me and spun it. I was enjoying the game. Some commanders order their servants to kiss their feet, smell their armpit, make out, exchange saliva, and many other gross acts. We were all laughing and screaming as the bottle continued to be spun. The head points Kylie and the bottom of the bottle picks Mark. This means Mark shall command Kylie.

Something was off. My stormy gray eyes looked more… haunted today. Shadowed. Like they’d seen something I wasn’t yet aware of. I lifted my hand slowly, eyes locked on the crescent moon and three stars etched into the skin of my left shoulder—faintly glowing like embers under the dim light. The mark had always been there. My brothers told me it was a birthmark. I never questioned it. But lately, it pulsed. As if it was alive. As if it was trying to wake something in me.

“When blood and moon entwine in flame, a child of dusk shall bear the name. Marked by fire, bound by light, She’ll rise to end or heal the night. Hearts will burn, and shadows reign, The world remade through love and pain. The flame will choose — the goddess’s twin, To cleanse the sin… or fall within.” The words made her skin crawl. She looked up at Eldritch. “It speaks of Nova.” He nodded slowly. “The Marked by Moonfire. I saw it the moment she crossed your gates. The light around her — it’s not of this world.”

I don't know if there supposed to be something on her wrist, but I felt like there should have been. She had no birth mark....I felt like I was specifically searching for the birthmark I had on my own wrist. A silly little detail I never paid attention to. A faint memory surfaced in my mind, my grandmother’s voice echoing from years ago, telling stories about a bloodline… about a moon-shaped mark that every child carried. I had always thought it was just one of those old family tales, something meant to sound mystical but never real. “This is silly,” I murmured under my breath, gently pulling the blanket back over her wrist.

I asked “Yes, birthmark. He responded. Stretching his hand towards Martha. I quickly dragged Martha behind. “What are you trying to do?” I query. I knew Martha had a black spot on her neck. Right from birth. “Why does it trouble him?” I asked quietly. “Well, sorry for not introducing myself to you.” He let out. My name is Benjamin. Popularly known as Donal. I'm the CEO of Ocean Group Of Companies.” He poured. Staring directly at me. “I just came to have fun around the beach. Suddenly, this little girl ran into me. I had to buy ice cream for her. But I saw a unique birthmark on her neck. Which actually caught my attention. Such marks can only be traced on my lineage.” He spat

I said, my face reflecting my stunned disbelief as I looked at him. He pulled my hand toward him in a swift motion, and I felt my heart thud loudly in my chest. His behavior was becoming increasingly unsettling, and it was completely out of character for him. If it were any other man, I wouldn't hesitate to... My eyes widened as I stared down at my hand. There was a small, distinctive birthmark on my knuckles. Mom had always told me that I was born with that birthmark, a unique feature that set me apart. She had emphasized to me that I came from a powerful bloodline, and the birthmark was proof of it. She had shared all of this with me when I turned seventeen.

He gives a small smile before going back to the papers in front of him. I walk over to the bookshelf and start to search for a book to explain everything about this dishonorable mark to me. Brandon explained the basics of it to me. Telling me how the mark makes him an outcast and no wolves will want anything to do with him, because they will know he's untrustworthy and has done something horrible to earn that mark.

I whispered. She grabbed my hand with shaking fingers. “Never show that again. Do you understand me? Don’t you ever try it. Not to any human, any beast, or Cordelia. If they see it, you’re dead, instantly and I’m sure you are not ready to lose your life anytime soon.” “Why? What is it called? Tell me the name. Why would I be dead because of a mere mark?” I asked her, looking confused. “Did you just call the mark mere? That mark on your body is a legend. A story beasts tell their children to scare them. It’s not real, just a story. They call it the Moon Mark which is the mark of the Moon Goddess.”