Genghis Khan Birth Mark Novels & Stories

Xander nodded positively in reply and signed him to stand up. “From now on permitting us to serve you, Royal Highness. I am giving my words that I will serve you with all my loyalty until my last breath,” he stated again. That sign of blood wolf was the birthmark of the royal blood. All members of the royal family get their unique mark, which bears their father’s identity too. So Xander’s birthmark cleared all the doubts and I found them quite happy seeing their Younger Prince alive. “Hail to The Younger Prince, Xander.”

Then he turned. The movement was slow. Deliberate. As if he had all the time in the world and knew exactly what he was doing. And that's when I saw it. On his forehead—no, branded into his fur, burned into his flesh like a scar that had healed silver—was a mark. Or maybe it was just a birthmark, I couldn't tell from the distance. But it was unmistakable. Three crescents. Interlocked. Their tips pointing inward towards a center point that seemed to pulse with its own light, though that might have been a trick of the shadows.

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.

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.

He says and then he takes his laptop and brings up a picture. “I noticed that he had a birthmark on his back and it looked really familiar but I couldn't remember where I've seen it before until now.” He says and then he brings up the picture of the birthmark. “If I'm not mistaken Alpha Leo, you have this same birthmark on the same spot.” He tells me. I can't believe my eyes, it is the same birthmark. “Yes, I do. But what does this mean?” I asked him. “Well, I read up and I asked some questions, this birthmark is particular to your family, the Knight family. It appears the same time your wolf comes out for the first time.” He tells me.

he asked with a grin on his face. “The Prince is born with a thick black scar on his right thigh and a small red dot behind his right ear”, she continued. Dakar froze after hearing that, and the smile on his face turned into a deep frown. He had a terrible scar on his thigh. It was as black as coal and covered nearly all of his right thigh. And behind his ear, was a small dot, the size of a drop of water and it was pure red. He was born with them both.

He came closer in a way that was telling her he wanted to know, even if they took all night, even if it took all week. She nodded and began, “So… I wasn’t born a huntress. I only got my mark when I was eighteen, after the last of my relatives died.” This was unusual. Late bloomers didn’t exist amongst hunters. You were either one or you weren’t. You couldn’t just be one mid-way because marks didn’t appear mid-way. It was the reason some hunter couples gave away their children at birth if the infant bore no mark. It was disgraceful for two hunters to birth a Liability. Marriages had broken down because of it - because suspicions and questions of adultery were brought into question. Even when

he sighed, running a tired hand over his face. "I'm sorry," I said, my words barely above a whisper. "Mia was a true-born heir," he rasped. "The Blood Moon Pack's mark was already showing on her at four years old," he smiled, then. "I used to tell her it was a kiss from the Goddess." "A mark?" He lifted his head to look into my eyes. "A birthmark on the small of her back. Shaped like the sliver of the moon, tilted to the left," he explained.

Once he was satisfied that it was rinsed thoroughly, he loaded it up with his body wash and handed it to me. I took my time washing him while also exploring everything about him. He had a nickel sized, almond shaped burgundy birthmark just under his left arm, at the bottom of his rib cage. It wasn’t raised but it was definitely unique and resembled a football in both shape and structure. I smiled as it seemed to indicate he was destined for the field from the womb. He looked down where I was running the sponge over it and grinned. “You found my birthmark. Mom says it’s a football.”

I moved to swat her hand away but stopped when she did the same to her dress. She pointed to her neck, where a crescent-shaped mark was visible, and said, "Not only are you my replica, but you also have the birthmark that is only noticeable in the females of our clan, the Hugh." I recognised the mark she was talking about. At one point, I had considered covering it up as people had started calling me a freak. However, I eventually embraced it and realised how unique it made me look compared to others. I had always assumed it was just a birthmark and never attributed it to anything until now.