Novel & Cerita Genghis Khan Birth Mark

“How did you get this?” “I’ve…always had it,” I said breathlessly, my excitement growing. “This is the mark of an ancient coven. Of Jerusalem. A secret coven, one of extreme power. One rumored to have relations with…wolves. And rumored to not even exist. How do you own this?” I felt my heart pounding. “I….don’t know. I was told it was my father’s. I…hadn’t even thought of it.” He turned it over gently, looking at the back. His eyes opened wide.

Though the more terrifying thought- perhaps I was just doing better? It had been a while since I had been to a club myself. Perhaps I could do this with three birds and one stone instead. Perhaps I could get my d*ck wet while also being lectured and getting my questions answered. I found myself growing eager for tonight's events. While I wasn't exactly looking forward to my brother scolding me. I was looking forward to finding a hot new mark. I like to think of my conquests as marks. Similar to a hitman. I find the person I want, then make them want to come with me. I've never been denied once. I have fame and good looks to thank for that. I know I probably come off as being vain, but in act

I bent my head, taking him in, my tongue swirling around his tip as Zane let out a deep, shuddering groan, his hands instantly coming down to grip my hair. But as I leaned lower, my eyes caught his inner thigh under the sharp, white-blue glow of the neon lights filtering through the glass. Right there, high up on Zane's left inner thigh, near his groin.A small, dark, crescent-shaped birthmark. I froze. The warm length of him slid out of my mouth as my jaw went completely slack. My mind flashed back to tonight. Back to the Citadel's master bathroom. I saw myself wrapping Leo in his yellow towel, my fingers gently tracing a very specific, dark, crescent-shaped birthmark on my son's left inner

Her eyes were wide and terrified. "I don't know what this means, Dante," she said in a hushed whisper as soon as she saw me. "I- I don't know what this mark is. What is wrong with our child?" I said nothing. I took Malkiel from her, took off his shirt, and inspected him. There, just below his chest, was a bright red mark. It was somewhat in the shape of a wolf- a red wolf. Sighing, I sat down heavily and held Malkiel close to me.

Already a part of me was trying to picture myself living happily, surrounded by the comfort of his home, and that was bad for me. "It's still there as bold as ever." He replied, finally, and I furrowed my brows. What was he talking about? "What is?" "Your birthmark. The prominent one on your wrist. It stood out a lot, and caught my eye each time. It was only after spotting the birthmark that I was able to find the face of the little Athena in yours." He explained. "Your birthmark is hereditary." He added, and slowly, I began to believe him.

“No my love, it wasn’t painful because it’s not a tattoo, it’s a birth mark.” “Really Woah! But it’s shaped so perfectly, it’s too precise to be a birthmark!.... are you messing with me?” She glared in warning. He gave a short bark of laughter. “No I promise, I’m not. It’s truly a birthmark. I had it since I was born, my father had it too, same with my grandfather, and the father before that.... it runs in the family.” “Wow! So does Uncle Cedric have one?”

When he answered, his voice was low enough to chill me. “Close the door.” Something in his tone made Mother obey without protest. Then he looked at me. “These are not ordinary birthmarks.” I almost laughed from nerves. “There is no such thing as ordinary in our life.” He did not smile. “That mark,” he said slowly, “I was taught of it when I was young.” Mother crossed her arms. “Taught by who?” “My father. The old keepers. Pack historians.” I stared. “You mean legends.” “Yes.” He answered as the word settled heavily in the room. Mason sat in the nursery chair like a man reopening a locked room inside his mind.

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

Nangunot ang noo ko. Bakit may marka siya ng tulad nito? Saan niya nakuha iyon? Birthmark? Pero, may birthmark bang tila inukit ng ekspertong mga kamay? May birthmark ba na kahit nagdaan na ang maraming taon ay kumikinang at tila bago pa? Why does she have the moon mark of rebirth? -wish11:11-

I said, my face reflecting my stunned disbelief as I looked at him. He pulled my hand toward him in a swift motion, and I felt my heart thud loudly in my chest. His behavior was becoming increasingly unsettling, and it was completely out of character for him. If it were any other man, I wouldn't hesitate to... My eyes widened as I stared down at my hand. There was a small, distinctive birthmark on my knuckles. Mom had always told me that I was born with that birthmark, a unique feature that set me apart. She had emphasized to me that I came from a powerful bloodline, and the birthmark was proof of it. She had shared all of this with me when I turned seventeen.