Genghis Khan Birth Mark Novels & Stories

I asked. “Her parents were both wolves. I met her when I went to a pack conference on the coast of Florida when I was 18. That is where her pack was located.I know her parents were both from that pack, but I do remember her telling me that her grandfather was from a pack somewhere in Europe but none of her family could ever tell us where in Europe.” Randall explains. He says that Geno was born with that mark, as were his other two children. He says his wife had the same mark but could never explain why she had it. He asks why and we tell him that we are looking into something and will let him know.

He lowered his hands, his breath hitching in his throat. He didn't see Samantha, the "perfect" princess he had been promised. He saw a girl with eyes like molten amber, her black hair fanned out across the pillows like a dark halo. But more than that, he saw the mark on her shoulder—the one the bite had revealed. It wasn't a standard pack mark. It was a silver crescent moon entwined with a golden sun. "You..." Lucas whispered, his voice raw with wonder. "You aren't the one they described."

I tell him as I circle us slowly inside. I doubt he can see much but it felt wrong not to introduce him to the room he will grow up in for the time being. I lay him down on the changing unit, undoing the towel. He’s a tall boy, slim and long. And as I pull his bottom up by his legs I notice a mark along his hip. A deep cherry birthmark that looks as if it’s half a heart. 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.

His voice sounded disturbed. This was the same tone he used earlier, “Are you okay?” I hurriedly asked out of concern, “The mark, the mark,” I touched his hand and gave him a soft nod when he paused, “The mark on your belly, how did you get it?” I removed the cover sheet from my body, pointed at the mark, and he nodded his head, “It’s a birthmark; even my mom had it.” “Your… your mom had it?” Tristan looked even more disturbed, “Do you know if it’s something anyone can have? Or..”

"That mark was in this world before." I knew that. "There was only one woman that had that mark, and she...she died on the fifth day of Azraloth. Mesopotamian year...on this very day, a lot of years back." His eyes stopped glowing, and he shook his head to relieve himself of whatever happened to him. While me, I was left in shock. The fifth day of the pack King Azraloth was the very day I was born. What did that mean? "That's why I have that painting," he growled, and that information sealed everything.

His words piqued Lucy’s curiosity. What did he mean by that? “Well, go ahead. Tell me where this birthmark is supposed to be on my body.” She looked at him keenly. She was simply curious about this so-called birthmark. She knew her body well, and there was hardly anything worth noticing. Her skin was smooth and unblemished with barely any moles. “Our family members all have a birthmark on our lower back. Every single one of us. The birthmark resembles a feather. It’s usually invisible, and it only appears when we're emotionally stimulated.”

“It’s the Alpha bloodline crest.” My breath caught in my throat, freezing the air in my lungs. “What?” The female elder leaned in, her own eyes widening in shock as she took in the silver birthmark etched into my skin. “In this pack,” she explained, her voice dropping to a whisper, “members born directly from the Alpha bloodline carry this exact mark from birth. It is an extremely rare occurrence.” I could only stare at her blankly, my mind spinning too fast to actually process a single word she was saying. “What do you mean…”

He staggered while standing up, his body had healed completely. "What truth?" Suzy took a step forward and raised her chin. "That he is related to Kate, he is Elena's uncle." Cedric punched a hole in a tree. "I don't see any DNA results flying around, what the hell are you talking about?" I chuckled nervously. "The fucker bears an Eris birth mark, the exact type on Kate's right breast. It is on his abdomen." We all gasped, feigning shock. We took some steps closer to him and I was stunned by what I saw. The same birthmark an Alpha and her lineage bears and it is printed on him. I have the same on my back.

My blood seems to hum with each revelation. The hybrid child—the one who would bear two marks, one of moonlight and one of shadow. I am the child of this prophecy. I bear the marks, even if I don’t fully understand their meaning yet. The crescent birthmark behind my left ear—that’s the mark of the Moon Goddess, but now, Bran reveals something even more startling. A faint glow has begun to form on my back, a mark of shadow, and it’s growing stronger each day.

I replied as I turned looking out the window again, remembering how my mother had told me I was a happy surprise, because she and my dad believed they couldn’t have children. Wolves had been gathering below, probably for training. He nodded, touching my birthmark on my shoulder blade, mumbling, “It really does follow the moon phases, doesn’t it? It’s a waning crescent moon now. What does it mean?” “I don’t know. I was just born with it. My dad said some of his ancestors had it as well.” Only my reincarnations, I thought. The mark puzzled me too. I wish I knew what it meant.