Genghis Khan Birth Mark Novels & Stories

Could he be from one of the founding families, descended from the original shifters? “What can I help you with today Marques?” I ask studying his features a little more closely as I wait for him to speak. The family descended from the original mershifter was noted to have a small anchor shaped birthmark on them. There’s a small mark peeking behind his ear, but I can’t tell if its an anchor or not, there was no discreet way to check either. ‘Check the mergirl over. See if she has an anchor imprint anywhere on her body.’ I command my Beta.

"Not really, I have to say something privately to you." We got in and we sat down on a large upholstered pillow each. He started, "Casper has gone to his classes, right?" I nodded. "Let me go straight to the point. I noticed a mark on your left calf, How long have you had it?" I looked down at my left leg and saw the spiral-like black mark at the back of my lower leg. "It has been there since I was born. What's the matter with it?" "That means it is a birthmark." He lowered his head, pressed his lips together, and exhaled deeply.

I take a deep breath, "I think I know where I can find him. Gi has a crescent moon like birthmark on his neck and it's surrounded by little dots. I have seen this before on someone who used to go to my school years ago." "It's a scar." Dangelo says, "A surgical scar to remove cists on a child's neck. There are many people with the same scars." I pause slightly and think back to the picture. So the holes must be where they put the stiches. "Even so, no one has the same scar in the same place, with the same stitching pattern not even how the scar itself healed. I remember every detail of this scar and it is the exact scar in the picture mom left me."

he demanded. Wow… what a pervert. Did I really still have to look at him? “Look already,” he repeated impatiently. Slowly, I let my gaze drop, moving over his defined, muscular abdomen until I reached his member—which, surprisingly, was not erect. He wasn’t aroused. When I looked closer, near his groin, I noticed the exact same birthmark I carried on my right breast. “I inherited this from the female who gave birth to me,” he said. I gasped in shock.

Onyx grilled. "I don't know, I was born with the moon mark," Gwen showed the birthmark on the back of her neck. "Grandma said it's dangerous," "That's because no one was supposed to be born with a moon mark!" Gwen flinched at the omega's harsh tone.

Lincoln stated. “How will we know? I did not know until I was nineteen,” I reminded him. “It was a failure on my part. I only learned that Guardians are born with a mark, similar to a birth mark and often confused with a birth mark. On your hip is likely the mark of a Guardian,” he stated.

he said. I took a careful step forward, still holding my breath. “Found what?” He looked up at me, his eyes gleaming darkly. “A mark, every Blackwood pack member bears it. Hidden near the hip, it's given at birth.” I blinked, frozen. That was true, every Blackwood pack bears their mark, given at birth, It’s their way of identifying each other if they die on foreign territory. Declan almost convinced me to let my kids get marked but I found a flimsy excuse to escape it.

Hunter’s POV I felt like I had something big and sharp and unbearably painful lodged in my throat. Ares had shifted into his wolf form now and was proudly strutting about but the image of that birthmark was burned onto my retinas and it obliterated everything else I could really see. Ares had the birthmark that every Burns boy had. Nobody had ever been able to explain it beyond a weird genetic quirk, but every single one of us, from our bloodline, had that birthmark on their butt.

But as long as she could remember she had had the mark. "Would it come across as a birthmark?" Danica asked. "I have a Serpent birthmark on my hip." Mason sucked in a breath as the shaman continued to look calm and serene. "Serpent, I see." Turning he began making his way to his desk. "Could it be one of them?" He muttered aloud as he began flipping through the papers in front of him. "Who?" Danica eyed Mason in hopes he could explain to her what was going on, but he simply just shook his head looking as confused as she was.

His back is bare, lean, slightly marked from years of training and sparring. But something catches my eye—something just above his hip. A shape. Small. Curved. I stare. It’s a mark. A birthmark. A black crescent. My heart stops. Cold rushes through me. I’ve never seen it before. Not in the baths, not in training, not even the few times he’s gotten injured and had to strip out of bloody clothes. But now I see it clearly, bold against his skin, exactly where her words said it would be.