Genghis Khan Birth Mark Novels & Stories

Now she’s here, and this is happening. She’s more freaked out now, after finding a birthmark on our son that wasn't either of ours. When the elders inspected our son, they found a birthmark on his upper thigh. They showed it to Stefania and me, wanting to know if it was her birthmark since everything about the child must be known and they knew it wasn't mine, but it's not hers. She didn't know the mark, but I did. It’s Evaki’s birthmark. It’s in the same place as hers, and she told me it must have been from her father’s side because only she and her brother had it. The revelation shocked everyone, and Stefania hasn’t stopped crying.

Then I find an entry from shortly after I was born: June 30, 2214 The mark appeared last night. I knew it would—my mother always said the crescent takes time to form, usually within the first six weeks after birth. J was concerned, but I assured him it's a blessing, not a curse. In the old stories, the Moon's Marked are destined for greatness. My grandmother used to tell me that the Goddess only places her symbol on those who will change the world.

The sharp thorns cut into his back, and blood trickled down. An irregular birthmark appeared! From a distance, it looked like the outline of a wolf. Seeing this scene from the hill, Lauren trembled, her eyes wide in disbelief. "This... this is..." She stared nervously at the birthmark on his back. "A birthmark? This... this birthmark..." She would never forget the birthmark on her son's back when she gave birth to him. At that time, the child was small, and the birthmark covered most of his back. Now, the birthmark on his back was exactly the same!

“Mongrel, look for the mark, man. Look for the mark!” “Where would it be?” He slunk over to Sirona’s broken body as she fought for every shallow breath. “It should be by her right shoulder, idiot. Master’s only told us a dozen or so times already! Now look!” Without ceremony, Mongrel quickly ripped the jade-colored gown from her right shoulder. She wondered what her birthmark, a golden scar in the shape of a scepter, had to do with anything. “I found it!”

she reached for my hand on the gate but I quickly drew my hand back, the moment her fingers touched mine. There. That same familiar touch again. "You're not allowed to touch me, so don't even dare." I lowered my eyes and something on her body caught my attention. "How did you get that mark?" That birthmark on her left arm, why had I not seen it sooner? My dad had it at that exact same spot and so do I. His father and his father before him had it too. How come Genevieve has it too? No, maybe I'm just overthinking things.

I was still dazed, only this time my head was filled with naughty thoughts, when he reached behind and tapped the upper part of his neck, making me see the little mark on it that I hadn’t seen before. “This birthmark here, I had only found out about it, the day after we marked you. Jared and Jake have the same marks as well and as someone who has lived with them all my life and as well as they have, I don’t think we’ve ever seen that mark on us before. I tried asking them if they took notice of it before, but they said that they couldn’t remember,” he explained.

Too bad she left my ginger hair for me. And then, tucked beneath the line of her jaw on the left side, barely visible unless you tilted her head at a certain angle in a certain light — a birthmark. Small. Crescent-shaped. The warm brown of milky tea. I stared at it for a long time. I had a birthmark too. Mine was on my right shoulder, hidden beneath clothing, a small oval my father had called his "signature" on me when I was little — “proof”, he had said, “that you belong to me.” He had said it like a joke. I had understood, even then, that he meant it absolutely.

"The daughter-in-law of the Patriarch. What is your point, Hakan?" Hakan didn't answer immediately. He stood up, his knees popping in the silence. He walked to the edge of the dais, staring at me as if he were trying to see through my skin to the bone beneath. The suspicion in his eyes wasn't just about politics anymore, it was something deeper, something ancient. "You have the same mark on the side of your neck. The crescent." I felt my heart stop. The mark he was talking about was a birthmark, usually hidden by my hair.

she asked again, her voice barely above a whisper. "Of course not," I replied, my eyes fixed on the unique birthmark. It was a small, intricate mark that seemed to add to her beauty. I found myself captivated by its uniqueness, and my gaze lingered on it for a moment longer than necessary. "It comes from my mother's side," she explained, a soft smile spreading across her face. "It's hereditary, and so I had to inherit one too."

With her. About how his shirt smelled like him. Like soap and wood and something safe. And about the mark. She’d seen it earlier. When he’d turned to get a mug from the cabinet, his shirt lifted. Right at the back, just under his shoulder blade. Half a star. Dark. Perfect. Her breath had caught. She had the other half. Right between her shoulder blades. Since she was born. Her mother said it was a birthmark,A link between her and her mate.But since she wasn't a royalty,she can't have a mate_Just a mark, useless without a mate. Nothing special.