Birthmark Stories Novels & Stories

But Juno’s gaze travelled lower—her brows furrowed. “What about… these?” Across the man’s chest, deep claw marks ripped through flesh and muscle. Brutal, messy. Unlike the precision of vampire fangs. “These look like werewolf claws,” she said, her voice tight. “Why would a vampire do that?” Reid stood slowly, fists clenched. “Because they want to start something,” he muttered. “They’re framing us. Trying to make it look like we did this.” Juno’s breath caught in her throat. “This is bad. If the humans find out—”

Unless there was a gap somewhere that needed filling, unless she was not the only survivor, there was a great chance that there was someone else out there… “How do you know all of these?” I asked in a ibored tone. “My father used to know a few of them and I have a book that is related to them if you want to see. But I am certain Arielle belongs to that park. I was certain when I saw the mark, I have been studying it for a while” he answered me after a dramatic pause. I wanted to ask him why he had been studying the Rhavka birthmarks, I wanted to know what he was up to but I decided against it.

I pulled back my hand immediately, “Ahhh!! This is my birthmark and it is kind of strange but same birthmark is there on my father’s wrist and I even asked him but he kind of avoided my question. I guess it is a genetic gift.” Elvin snapped, “You guessed it right mi amor!” Then he immediately changed his tone into a bit softer one, “May be it’s your family birthmark. These kind of birthmarks are rare and I think I’ve seen these marks before.” I thought the topic was being dragged unnecessarily so I tried to lighten up the mood a bit, “May be, but what is the big deal if it is some kind of weird birthmark.” Thankfully Elvin agreed, “Yep you are right, it is no big deal now, let’s get back you

Brendan is the father. It doesn’t make sense. Then it makes a lot of sense. The universe must loathe my being. I shouldn’t exist. There is a tiny birthmark at the base of my neck, right on my scar. I forget about it all the time. Some people believe the placement of your birthmark tells the story of how you were killed in your former life. I must have been stabbed in the neck in my past life. I must have been a bigger asshole than I currently am so they decided sending me off in grand style was the only way to do it. Even in this current life, the universe is still punishing me.

“It’s a birthmark. Why does it matter?” But I know better. The shape, the color—it’s unmistakable. My chest tightens as a wave of betrayal crashes over me. “No,” I whisper, my voice trembling with anger. “It’s not a birthmark. It’s a mate bond mark.” I step back, my blood boiling. “You’re Braden’s mate.”

I gulped. “But what if not.”- I whispered, slowly losing my fate in my thoughts. “What would you really want to say Luna?” - Mom asked this time. “Your dad and I are your living proofs that those birthmarks of vampires are not accurate at all.” - Mom added. “But it doesn’t apply to everyone, right? You’re the only immortals who broke the law of the underground. Not everyone is the same with your love story. And I believe there’s a high rate of chance that this birthmark is accurate.”- I defended.

he asked, pointing to the birthmark, and I froze. For reasons I couldn't explain, I didn't want to tell him it was a birthmark even though he had gotten away with kissing me and touching me… He was the exception. I told myself. ‘After all, he was a very hot, irresistible stranger.’ Besides, the Swans thought my birthmark was auspicious, so I always covered it up with concealer. It might have smudged. So I leaned closer and whispered a lie, with the intention of changing the subject.

burn scar. Right beside it, a large black birthmark, oddly shaped and irregular around the edges. She touched them both. The skin felt cool under her fingertips. Her parents once told her she had burned herself when she was around two or three years old. Something about turning on the gas stove while no one was looking. She’d been a curious child, always wandering, always reaching for things she shouldn't. But she didn’t remember any of it. They told her not to worry. That it was just a moment. A mistake. She healed. Natalie stared at the birthmark for a beat longer. "I hope my baby doesn’t inherit that kind of curiosity,” she whispered with a faint smile, dropping her hand. She let

" This story of yours still doesn't prove anything. Maybe you are just making things up." He said that when I was a kid and during our last meeting we decided to share our hidden body marks so that we could confirm each other's identity on meeting again. I mocked him saying,"Oh really! Then tell me about my hidden secret body mark." He again patted my head gently and brushes his fingers through my hair and replied, " You have a birthmark on your lower back that you never show to anybody." I was startled to know that he actually knew about my birthmark. I never told anyone about it and always covered my waist as I hated that mark so much.

“No my love, it wasn’t painful because it’s not a tattoo, it’s a birth mark.” “Really Woah! But it’s shaped so perfectly, it’s too precise to be a birthmark!.... are you messing with me?” She glared in warning. He gave a short bark of laughter. “No I promise, I’m not. It’s truly a birthmark. I had it since I was born, my father had it too, same with my grandfather, and the father before that.... it runs in the family.” “Wow! So does Uncle Cedric have one?”