Birthmark Stories Novels & Stories

, I said not wanting whatever this was to get out, "And Victoria it does not mean anything, I don't want you bringing that up anymore. You know me very well that I have not been with a woman in a long time and I do not even remember being with one." "Sorry, brother." I hummed and we all went back to eating quietly, small talks were made but I was not too invested in that. I was more invested in what Victoria said and yes I did see the birthmark which was exactly how mine was. My birthmark was called café au lait spot or mark, exactly on my back wrist and it is a pigmented skin lesion that was characterized by a light brown to dark brown color, resembling the shade of coffee with milk and I a

Her calm eyes drew me in like the day she pleaded for mercy, desperate to live, right before I announced her as my mate in front of everyone present. My wolf threatened to take over, hold, kiss, claim her, but no, I wouldn’t allow him to take charge of this one. I was still holding my wolf back when her voice cut through. “What’s that scar?” she asked, pointing to my chest. “Oh, this.” I let out a shallow breath. “It’s a birthmark.” My mother told me it was a special birthmark that came in the form of a scar. “Okay,” she kept looking, her fingers hovering over it. “It looks like a scar though. Can I touch it?”

Birthmarks in werewolves usually enlighten the individual of how they died in a previous life and this would suggest it had something to do with his hip. Perhaps he bled out from a wound there. “He has a birthmark?” Tabitha asks surprised as she stands behind me. “Seems so,” I tell her. “Doesn’t that mean he died early in his previous lifetime?” “Rumours would have it thought that way but we cannot know for sure.” “Don’t they say lifetimes repeat themselves?” She asks me panicked. Unfortunately that’s true also. The rumours that your lifetimes repeat themselves over and over is a true statement but we cannot dwell on that thought.

Uly asked. "Yes. Special people have birthmarks," Vince replied. "Mommy, I'm special because I have birthmarks." I smile at Uly because he is looking at me. But I really want to stop them from talking but there is something stopping me from doing that. "Where did you get your birthmark? Mine is when mommy gets pregnant she loves red food." It was as if something had stuck in my throat. I can't understand but the strength of my chest pounding now. 'Ley, take out your evil side.'

And my recent nightmares are related to the birthmark on my body. Whenever I fall asleep I dream that the birthmark on my body comes to life and turns into a man holding me from behind, slowly touching my body and kissing my back, then suddenly turns into a big wolf, crushing my bones bit by bit ,hardened eyes stared at me with a deadly gaze, and finally opened its mouth to tear my body apart.

He looked proud of himself. “Like the thing people use to stamp things.” My mother slowly set the plate down. Her face turned thoughtful. “Wait…” She sat beside us. “When I was young, there were stories.” My stomach tightened. “What stories?” She lowered her voice. “Some killers… they mark their victims before they die.” A chill ran through me. “Mark them?” She nodded. “A ritual.” Zane looked fascinated. Not only him, the kids had already gathered around, waiting to hear the story.

she had whispered at the very end, her fingers wrapped around my small wrist, her thumb pressed over the mark I had been born with. The mark that looked like a flame. I looked at it now, turning my wrist over in the pale afternoon light that filtered through the cottage window. It had always been there small and strange and slightly warm to the touch, as though something lived just beneath the skin. The village healer had called it a birthmark. The children had called it ugly. My mother had called it a gift. I had never known what to call it. I pressed my thumb over it the way she used to do and sat there in the silence of my cottage and breathed.

He kissed her birthmark and said, “It is part of you and as beautiful as you are.” “I share this mark with my father. When I was born, he said it was something he gave me, something only the two of us would share but something I could give my children as well, just as his father gave it to him.” “What does that mean?” Barshan frowned. Talli shrugged. “I’m not sure. When I asked him about it, he told me someday he would tell me about the mark but he never got the chance. ” “Why would he say something like that? It’s just a birthmark isn’t it?”

Keeping aside the usual shock, Matt interrogated, “Why do you know all of our family secrets?” “Why do I know of the secrets of the heritage begun by me?” Retorting, the Ghost of Michigan let out a growl to let Matt know his choice of words offended him. Matt gaped. His head spun in the prison of his body on hearing one of his ancestors describing to him the significance of the birthmark he had despised since a child… a brown circular mark running from the right of his torso to the side of his chest. The mark forbade him from strolling around bare chested. He hated to see other men having the pleasure of exposing their bodies, especially on occasions such as Halloween. The entire town would

"I know, right? Even if this buffoon is a delinquent, he doesn't have any tattoos." "I heard princesses should be trapped in towers." Crimson commented. "Well, you look more like the wicked mother that trapped the princess there." "Please don't ruin the peaceful atmosphere here." I stopped them from fighting again as I sighed. It was annoying, but I'm glad to see that Crimson was back to his normal self. More importantly, here's another person that suddenly gained colors. I really don't get why they're the specific people that have colors. There should be a reason why it's them, but I just don't understand what it could be. I have no idea what their common denominator is.