Genghis Khan Birth Mark Novels & Stories

GIANNA My eyes widened in shock. “You must be mistaken. I’m not from the blood moon pack at all. I have a family in the River side pack.” I immediately said to him. “I am not mistaken. I’ve been searching for you for years, and when my warriors found you abandoned by rogues, they brought you here. I didn’t realise it was you at first until the doctor discovered the star shaped birthmark on your lower back. That birthmark is unique to our bloodline. But I had a DNA test done just to verify and it came back positive.” He explained to me but I still shook my head.

I asked them and they shook their heads. "It's still the same especially when it's the Mudvilles but wait, are you our Princess?" I nodded. "Show us the royal birthmark." The aggressive one insists. I sighed, that would mean going half-naked in front of them, my mark was on the sides of my abdomen. I tried to take off the top but they all stopped me at once. "Oh my god! She's the one! The birthmark is always by the abdomen, please don't reveal your body." They all gasped and bowed at once which made me sigh in relief.

But power, as I learned too late, had a tendency to corrupt even the noblest intentions. The news I had just received was a glimmer of light in the midst of darkness. A male had appeared with an uncanny resemblance to me — green eyes, dark midnight hair, and most remarkably, the same birthmark that adorned my shoulder. The mark of the alpha king, a symbol of power and authority, passed down through generations. It was a mark that carried history, legacy, and an unbreakable connection to my lineage.

It didn’t make any sense… Her mother was hiding her mark for the first time which could only mean it was no longer there. Her mother was too proud of it to hide it unintentionally. It was a mark that was the identification of the Master or Mistress of Sarang. It appears on its own on the most qualified successor in the generation. The mark did not first appear on her. They were eleven siblings, but only two reached adulthood after the Witch Hunt eight decades ago: Sansy and her mother.

I told him. His hands were cool and it felt wonderful on my heated skin. He lifted his hand after a few seconds, making me miss his touch almost instantly…but then his fingers were on my skin, tracing the lines of the phoenix along my spine. The mark was right at the centre of my back right in between my shoulder blades. It wasn’t a big mark, in total, it was about two inches in width, but my grapy always told me it was a very detailed mark, like the wings and even the tail of the bird was very defined and prominent, more like a tattoo than a birthmark.

The pain followed Evren long after he left the dining hall. By the time he reached his chambers, the burning had settled into a steady ache beneath his skin. He locked the door behind him and crossed the room without lighting additional candles. Moonlight spilled through the tall windows, washing the chamber in silver light. His hand immediately moved to his chest. For nineteen years the mark had been nothing more than a mystery. It had been there since the day he was born, carved into his skin in a pattern no healer, scholar, or priest had ever recognized. It had never changed. Never reacted. Never given him a reason to fear it.

Tears free falling from my eyes. ‘I shouldn’t have to, you can feel it can’t you? your twenty-three now, the age of ascension. You knew from the moment you had that dream of me who I was, you just wouldn’t let yourself believe it. If you won’t believe me, ask your wolf, she can sense it. And if you won’t believe her, the mark on your hip is our family mark. Most people confuse it for a birthmark, but really, it’s a mark that’s been passed through our family for decades’. She lifted her blouse and rolled the band of her pants showing me the same mark, Identical to mine. I always thought it was weird, who has ever had a birthmark that looked like a locket surrounded by vines.

I asked, curiously. “Mary was born in 1347 and Henry was born in 1351. Mary succumbed two years after Henry was born.” I looked over at Bart in shock. “Exactly how old are you?” He was quiet for a minute. “I was in the fourth crusades, and I made it home from there. I left again to go fight another war in China. I was turned on the battlefield when I was fighting Genghis Khan.” My mouth was open. I wasn’t great at history, but I was pretty sure that Genghis Khan was sometime in the 1200s. Bart was over eight hundred years old.

It’s ridiculous, but the feeling is so strong it makes my chest ache. Then I see it. The birthmark. On his chest, just above his heart, is a small, heart-shaped mark. My breath catches in my throat. “No way.” He follows my gaze, his brows knitting together. “What?” “That birthmark.” I point, barely able to believe what I’m seeing. “You’ve got a heart-shaped birthmark.” He looks down, then back at me, confused. “Yeah? So?” “So do I,” I blurt out.

I pushed a strand of hair out of his face to get a closer look as I dabbed his face softly before making my way down to other parts of his body and that's when I saw it again. The crescent moon shaped birth mark at the left side of his pack. I ran my fingers on it as I thought of what it might symbolize. Maybe it's just a regular birthmark and I'm just the one reading too much meaning to it. I sighed deeply as I watched him snore away softly. My fingers slowly made its way to my lips and I caressed it softly. A testament of what had happened before. My chest tightened and I felt my pussy clench when I couldn't get the thought of it out of my mind.