Birthmark Stories Novels & Stories

When he answered, his voice was low enough to chill me. “Close the door.” Something in his tone made Mother obey without protest. Then he looked at me. “These are not ordinary birthmarks.” I almost laughed from nerves. “There is no such thing as ordinary in our life.” He did not smile. “That mark,” he said slowly, “I was taught of it when I was young.” Mother crossed her arms. “Taught by who?” “My father. The old keepers. Pack historians.” I stared. “You mean legends.” “Yes.” He answered as the word settled heavily in the room. Mason sat in the nursery chair like a man reopening a locked room inside his mind.

she kissed him, then she remembered the other thing she wanted to know “Do you have any birthmarks?” “What?” “Birthmark, do you have any on your body” “Yeah, I have one on my leg, why?” “Rota was explaining what “The Blood” meant. She said everyone with Ziion blood in their veins had a birthmark, but as the planets united people mixed and the Ziion blood lines were tainted. She said our birthmarks are big because our blood is pure. Which leg?” “I never knew that, my right leg, on the back of my calf.”

The incident at the florist was like a nightmare that haunted me. I couldn't just ignore it. How could a stranger say all that to me? These were my babies, not the devil's babies like she said. I touched the birthmark on my wrist. This birthmark. Is there something to it? Mom always told me that this was my uniqueness. There's nothing special about it other than its unique, tattoo-like shape. If there were something about it, Mom would have told me.

He tried to touch the flower but recoiled as his fingers burned on contact. “Never,” he winced. “That's why we couldn't smell the blood. The mistletoe was blocking the scent.” “She got the scent,” Cameron pointed out. “She touched it. I remember stories my dad told me about his grandma’s brother who died from inhaling it. Mistletoe isn't as dangerous as wolfsbane, but it will do damage.” “She just touched a whole bunch of it,” Franklin crouched. “You know what this means, Tristan. If she can touch it, she isn't one of us.”

As she finished brushing her hair, her fingers grazed the tattoo mark on her inner wrist—a full moon design. At first glance, it resembled a tattoo, but a closer inspection revealed its true nature: a birthmark. Her parents had told her to maintain the illusion of it being a tattoo, shielding her from judgment as a child. In her mind, Arda returned to her early years, recalling the moment she had first discovered the mark. One night, clad in pajamas, she dashed into her parents' room just as they were preparing for bed. “Daddy, Mummy, what’s this?” she had asked, pointing at the mark on her wrist.

I thought she got the mark during an attack on her, or something similar, I never thought it to be a birthmark. "I got this mark from my mother's womb, and I was told it's a rare birthmark that came with kids who were born as black and white witches together, mixed with the blood of a werewolf. My dad also isn't just a werewolf, he is a crossbreed and I do not know even now what my biological father truly is, this was because I was never told", she narrated. "That is sad. Did you ever try asking the midwife who raised you?" I asked her.

"The drones are sent into the world, searching for the most exquisite female humans. Once they find one, they mark her." Professor Pops leaned close; his hands hovered near my right arm. I knew what he hoped to find. I had a dark birthmark near my shoulder in the shape of a star. It appeared around my fifth birthday. I'd been getting dressed one morning and believed the mark to be a bug at first. Worried, I'd shown my mother. She'd said it was nothing to worry about. "A kiss from magical fairies," had been her answer. At the thought of my mother, tears gathered on my lashes.

Now that she said her piece and drew the line, she turned to leave. "Wait, please-" his arm hurriedly grabbed her wrist, twitching like he was scared of hurting her. His grab caused the sleeve of her dress to roll up a little, he stared at her wrist, a surprised glint lingering in his eyes as she jerked away from his touch. "That mark..." He said, suddenly uncuffing his shirt and rolling off the sleeve, he outstretched his right arm next to hers, "it's the same as mine." Maria has had that birthmark since forever and she was convinced she was born with it, it looked like a faint tattoo of a fiery sun and has faded even more as she grew older. Why then did he have the same one on his wrist at

My ride was already waiting outside. ***** Sitting in my room engrossed in the book I am reading. After the visit to Sarah's house, I got home and no one was home as usual. My parents are very busy people. My dad owned various oil companies in Different countries and of course had to travel from time to time. My mum is a businesswoman. She travelled a lot too. Hopefully, she'd be around tomorrow. Deciding that the book was starting to bore me. I opened the I*******m app and started scrolling through the posts.

Hardin said curiously. "That's weird,how can we both have same birth mark?" Ulan frowns. "It's wrong right? But I have also seen the birth mark somewhere else too" Harding continue. "Where? How could that be?" Ulan said lost in her thinking, she's so sure she didn't do any tattoo on her body since she's young it's been there and they are even some time the kids at the orphanage envy her because of the mark she didn't even know the meaning of it them,they all just thought she's some angel in some fantasy world.