Birthmark Stories Novels & Stories

I whispered, my heart beginning to hammer against my ribs. "But I don't remember anything before that. Nothing at all." "Where did you get that mark on your shoulder, child?" Vance asked, leaning forward, his voice a quiet, urgent plea. "Tell me everything you know about it." "I’ve always had it," I replied, my voice cracking under the weight of his intense gaze. "I used to think it was just a strange birthmark. In the Blackwood pack, they told me it was a deformity. A sign of my weak, corrupted human blood."

I shiver involuntarily. "It's just a birthmark," I say, pulling away from his touch. "Nothing special." "You commanded me, little wolf," he says, his voice softer now but no less intense. "Everything about you is special." I turn to face him again, desperately needing space between us. "None of this matters anymore, does it?" I challenge. "You claimed me. What's done is done." 'It matters!' Nyx protests in my mind. 'It matters so much!' Zane's eyes narrow again, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "What exactly did your grandparents tell you about the birthmark?" he asks, ignoring my attempt to dismiss the subject.

“Looks real enough to me.” He brushed a hand across one of the carvings. The lines pulsed faintly, like they’d been waiting for that touch. Raven pulled him back. “Don’t. You don’t touch things you don’t understand.” “Then maybe you should tell us what you do understand ,” he shot back. She hesitated, her eyes flicking toward me. “These markings… they’re stories. About a wolf born from moon and alpha blood. Not a witch though. A special wolf blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. Blessed with powers that can do good and be dangerous at the same time.”

She lifted her chin, forcing herself to stand straighter, even though her heart felt hollow. Her hair hung wild and tangled from the collapse, her lips pale, her eyes rimmed red from unshed tears. But it wasn’t her face she focused on, it was the faint glow that still lingered on her shoulder where the birthmark burned against her skin.She had hid it all her life but as she gets older it becomes more visible. A crescent, etched as though the Moon herself had kissed her before birth. She traced the mark with trembling fingers, her heart pounding. Why me? Why this?

Lillie stares over towards me, “I don’t see any marks? Could it be something like a tattoo?” “It’s a birthmark,” Ash clears his throat as he beats me to the answer, “-Willow has a birthmark.” “Willow hasn’t got any birthmarks,” Lillie chuckles with incredulity. “Well,” I confess, “-it turns out, I do,” I cautiously spin around, brushing back my waved hair as I allow the gawping gatherers surrounding me to ogle at the tanned marking gracing itself upon my skin, “-I woke up this morning and there it was.”

Is none of your business and mind you it is a tattoo and not a birthmark," I snapped before swatting his hand off me and walking way From the corner of my eyes, I could see him standing there and looking at me. I could see a pain in his eyes which confuses me on why he could be giving me that look. I am not comfortable with his unsettling gaze but I maintained my step. I could remember receiving this birthmark on the day that I met my wolf, this is a birthmark that runs through the blood of Willow's in our pack which was my family. It was a mark that indicates the future Alpha of our pack and I got mine on my eighteenth birthday. Since that day I have been wearing any clothes that could cove

clever Trisha asked not wanting to get fooled by anyone. " Ekita has a birthmark of black spot on her ear running down her neck which anyone can identify while you have birthmark behind your neck and Ekiya has on her toe the same black dot " Mr Sati explained winning Ekisa's trust because Mr Sati has the same birth Mark on his elbow. And he showed that to Ekisa.

It looks like a bite mark instead. It is composed of light-dark dots, forming a circle, and is placed right in the crook between my neck and shoulder. But I know these kinds of birthmarks are normal because they come in different forms. They can be weird though. "Awesome," he muttered, taking his blue orbs off my neck and staring at mine. "Did you know? I always heard from the oldies that birthmarks appear on the places where we were injured in the previous life and that injury caused us death." He shrugged.

She swallows, then says, “The reason I hugged her for so long… was because Breanna your sister had a birthmark.” I tense. “Okay…” “It was right under her left ear,” she continues. “Behind it, actually. Dark. Pigmented. Almost like a mole, but bigger, and shaped like an ink splatter. The doctors tested it when she was born. Thought it might be cancerous, but it wasn’t. It was just a birthmark. They said it sometimes happens in utero.” I remember that mark. “I hugged Clover,” my mother says, her voice breaking, “and I rested my head right here.” She tilts her head. “I looked. That’s why I lingered. That’s why I probably looked… strange.”

Every building, every block, a pulse I could feel if I reached for it. “If you hate them so much,” she said quietly, “why save me?” That was the question, wasn’t it? Rian glanced at me again, like he wanted to hear the answer too. I leaned back, resting my head lightly against the seat, letting my eyes close for half a heartbeat. Why save her? Because of the mark on her skin. Because of the way it burned when I touched it. Because of the old stories my father used to mutter when he was too drunk to remember I was listening.