Birthmark Stories Novels & Stories

After finishing half bottle of scotch, Zane decided to let his parents rest for the night and didn’t forget to thank him for yet another special surprise for his birthday. Every year on his birthday, Zane looks out his window where he can see the night sky showering the town with snowflakes. As if it’s his conscious habit to hold on his necklace while looking at the moon every night on his birthday. Along where his necklace hangs on his chest, is his very unusual birthmark. Unlike a normal mark, the color of his is somewhat red and spanning under his skin. Despite the quite bizarre and intrinsic appearance of his birthmark, touching and seeing the mark on his skin always put a proud smile on

Romero's voice dripped with sugary coating, as though hoping that would make them buy me. “With that ugly mark on her face?” Another grumbled, sounding disgusted. “Nothing to show on the body and the face is also stained with…what is that? A birthmark? Looks disgusting. Was she struck by lightning to have a lightning mark?” Romero chuckled. “Which means you can scrape it off if you want to. Or you can tattoo your name on it.”

I could see the doubt in those dark pools. “Has anyone else seen this?” he asked and I nodded my head. “Yeah, my parents have seen it and Dr Khaled has seen it as well. He’s the one who said it is a birthmark.” I was starting to get worried now. All the previous passion and heat were forgotten, instead I could see the stress etched into Aiden’s face and all because of a birthmark on my skin. It was clearly important so I decided to add something else. “I have another one,” I said, moving away from him so I could lift my top higher. There was another mark I had since I was a baby and it was on the left side of my ribs.

Becky said, already recording him with her face. “A pack’s skin is a felt thing,” Elder Max said, tapping the base of his throat with the rod as if reminding it to listen. “When you mark by consent and wake a house that can sing, the story you tell each other sets like ink. Not a brand, but a map. Sable can charm a latch but she can’t counterfeit this.” Miss Pat harrumphed and slid a plate of pancakes down like we’d done something merely sensible. “Eat,” she said, but her eyes were damp. We ate and every time a cuff brushed a collar or a hand accidentally-on-purpose grazed ink, the marks warmed, never hot, just human-warm. The kind that reminded my skin someone who loves me was within arm’s

Hey Sera! It's been long, hasn't it? I'm glad you gave me something exciting to spend the day doing but unfortunately there's no trace of what you are looking for on the internet. It's almost like it was wiped off from every single place with a duster. But! The good news is - I am currently visiting my grandmother and she remembered a story her grandmother used to tell them, about the mark. According to her, it was a story used to scare and caution children in their times, but with time nobody heard of these stories again.

Lana asked with her eyes wide with fear as she struggled to sit up. “Look!” Zera exclaimed as she held the baby towards Kavia and Sildra and they gasped in shock. On the left side of the baby’s chest, just above his nipple was a pink birthmark in the shape of a flower and that was what Zera, Kavia and Sildra stared at in horror. Erek rushed to them and inhaled sharply when he saw the birthmark and he slowly turned to look at Lana with shock in his eyes. “Why does your baby bear the mark of a Wolf Slayer, Lana?” Zera growled as her eyes glowed with a silver light.

ZAIA. “Zaia, what’s wrong? Do you want me to come down there? Because I swear if you don’t tell me, I will.” Sebastian’s growl makes me blink. “I… it’s my birthmark.” I say quietly, brushing back a few wet strands of my hair. “What?” “My birthmark. There’s the old book I’ve been going through of old practices like healing, and I just saw the symbol.” “Are you serious? I’ve looked for it all over, and never found anything.” He asks, sounding uncertain.

But pictures of odd creatures. As she stopped to look at them, her father did too. She moved closer to the first portrait. Her eyes scanned every piece of it. The dark, yet thin pelt of the wolf stood out. Their bright color amber golden eyes struck her to the core and she got eerily nervous. She then turned her attention to how the wolf was not really a wolf, but a humanized version of itself. It’s ears standing to point, as if pointing at the moon. The snot, much longer than normal wolves. The normal canines a wolf would have, these ones were elongated and sharp looking. And it’s claws, also long and sharp. Cordovia gulped lightly, truly hoping that creatures like this were not real. Her f

Stanley's visit today resulted in even more questions on his mind than ever. Yaksha grinned and gently put down their hands. “I can’t tell you about this yet, but all I can say is that these birthmarks are wonderful signs for your children. “I can’t tell you anything further,” he added. Stanley frowned. “Is it something that heaven forbids you from revealing?” “Yes. Take good care of them. When the time comes, you’ll know what these birthmarks mean,” Yaksha said.

It was going great until she took off her jacket and I saw the birthmark. I didn’t realize I had been staring until she spoke up. “Sorry about that,” I replied, caught. “It’s no problem,” she replied. “It looks ugly, right?” she asked. “What?” “My birthmark. It looks somehow ugly, right?” she asked again. “Of course not,” I replied, staring at its uniqueness. “It comes from my mother’s side, and it’s hereditary. So I had to inherit one too,” she said, giving me a smile.