Genghis Khan Birth Mark Novels & Stories

he said as he was closing the cap of the ointment. I nodded. "Thanks." He turned his back on me and put the ointment back inside his bag. I had the chance to see his bare back with that turnaround. I immediately frowned as I noticed a familiar reddish messy round birthmark at the upper right portion of his back structure. I couldn't believe it! It's the same birthmark as Noah's! I could never be wrong and I could never forget about it! I knew my late fiancé very well and I memorized almost all the marks he had on his body and skin!

he darted towards me and tossed me across the room, inducing the babies who started shrieking. "I'm not lying. The babies all belong to you." I kept belaboring the same thing over again. "My babies huh? How do you explain the birthmarks on the chest of the kids? Do I look like a fool to you? Do I look like a pushover?! Answer me?!" he charged at me but I was quick to run away standing to defend my children. "What…what birthmarks are you talking… " I paused a bit then a flashback struck me when I remembered that Hunter had that mark as well, right on his chest on the left-hand side.

“I thought he was just a traitor — some man hiding my prize. But when I saw the birthmark… I knew. only men in my bloodline have such marks.” Lucas’s brows furrowed. “Birthmark?” Marco turned to him. “The crescent. Below the ribs. It runs in my bloodline. Only the men in my family carry it.” Lucas’s heart thudded. Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open. There, just beneath his rib cage, was the same mark. Marco staggered back. “No…” Racheal’s voice trembled as she stepped forward. “You must be joking? Are you saying Peter is my lost son?”

I thought it must have been the way they latched into me that made them that shape, but the boys all had the exact same marks from me. I turned to face Xander, examining my mark on his skin, kissing it lightly as his chest rumbled and he pushed me up onto the counter so I was sitting with my legs wrapped around him. It was more of a gold colour in nature, and resembled my birthmark, which also looked like a crown. It made me wonder if the boys' marks resembled their own birthmarks, but I hadn’t noticed any on them. "Do you like it?" I asked Xander, still tracing my finger over it.

I said finally, staring into the dark forest, “do you believe him?” Kael shrugged. “I believe he believes what he’s saying. That’s about it.” I nodded slowly. “Same.” Silence again. The kind that wasn’t uncomfortable, just heavy. Kael turned to me, his voice low. “When he said you’re the key — what did he mean?” I traced the scar on my wrist — the one that glowed faintly under moonlight. “The mark isn’t just symbolic. It’s binding. Blood magic that ties me to every pack I’ve ever crossed.”

The photo itself was of a girl, around two years of age, lying stomach down on the floor with her feet in the air, leaning up on her hands smiling with crooked teeth. “That girl has a birthmark on her foot like you do. Is that normal for humans in your world?” He states. I smile widely prior to responding. “No, it’s almost impossible for two people in our world to share birthmark similarities without being related. Or in this case, the same person.” Both Gildre and Corvu’s heads snap up to look at me. “I have plenty of photos of myself as a child. I know that’s me. I could tell you even if the birthmark at the bottom of the foot wasn’t there.” Gildre stands and walks over to me, grabbing my

I truly never meant to look, but before I could look away, something caught my eye. "What the..." I whispered, my gaze falling on the birthmark on the middle of his lower back. It looked exactly like mine: A tree stood at the centre, its branches creating an umbrella-like appearance, enclosed by a crescent moon. Beneath the trunk, perfectly symmetrical roots spread outward, fading into the skin. I had looked at the pictures of mine multiple times to know that I was not being delusional, that they were indeed the same. The only difference was, mine was on my left shoulder blade, and his was on the middle of his lower back So what were the odds of someone else, a stranger at that, having a bir

I subconsciously asked as my hands went up his bare back for support as he pulled me up. As my hands went to his back, my mind drifted to the birth mark I had seen on the baby's back. Every pup who was born of an Alpha King and a Luna had that mark. It was evidence that the pup would succeed his father. I was awestruck when I saw the birthmark on Miguel's back too. It was the shape of a crescent moon in a star. Why the hell did he have it, he was only a Zeta?! I stared at him suspiciously as he lifted me to sit properly on the seat.

Of course, it can't be Selene, there's no such connection between them. "You really think you are smart hun? She deserves way better than a man whose family sent her people to exile and I really want to believe she has a reason behind this!!" Briel slumped on the bed, hiding his face in his bed. This guy is making no sense, I sat down quietly for a while. Thinking in all angles on who it could be. My eyes rested on Briel's leg, there was a birth mark on the right leg. It was small but obviously there and it was familiar. I have seen it before. The tattoo was a star, almost everyone in the pack has a birthmark belonging to one generation of Werewolves.

He stroked that section again, looking up at her. "Is this our son's mark?" His voice was low. As soon as she opened her eyes, she peered down to see what he was saying. Her stretchmarks, which developed after she gave birth to Gazer, are what Sean's fingertips are touching. It's not very obvious if you don't look closely.