Moon Shaped Birthmark Novels & Stories

I sobbed, the name tearing out of me. He looked exactly like him. The brow. The stubborn set of the jaw. The eyes. "He has the mark," Jinx whispered, leaning over my shoulder. She pointed to the baby’s chest. Right over his heart, faint but unmistakable, was a birthmark. It wasn't a random splotch of pigment. It was shaped like a crescent moon, bisected by a lightning bolt. "The Sky Eater," Silas murmured, crossing himself. "The prophecy."

It was true that I was looking for a way to get close to Aurora, but her son was never the means to an end. Chuckling again, I stripped off my clothing and made my way to the bathroom. A few minutes later, I was standing in front of my mirror with my towel tied around my waist, with water dripping down my chest. I ran my thumb over that birthmark below my stomach, it was an imprint of a half moon, nicely shaped and dark inked it almost looked like a tattoo. The birthmark was rare and has only been found in the line of the royal bloodline in the history of Sturgeon Moon pack.

I asked, although I knew from my dreams that they were correct. “Her birthmark — it’s not a hybrid thing. Danu, Ceana, and many others had the same mark in the same place as Isla, the right shoulder blade. A moon birthmark that shimmered from black to purple before disappearing and changing to follow the moon phases. When I first saw it, it was a Cresent moon and when we caught her, it was a full moon. All of these women’s wolves had the same coloring and eye color as hers as well.” Alec answered.

Then she turned the baby over, supporting the head carefully, to clean her back. And I saw it. There, on the baby's left bottom cheek—a birthmark. Dark against the pale newborn skin. Shaped like claw marks. Three parallel lines, slightly curved, as if something with talons had raked across the flesh and left its mark permanently embedded. My stomach dropped. I knew that mark. I'd seen it a thousand times. Mother has that mark.

Elara’s POV A few days later, I stood in front of the small mirror in my bedroom. I slowly pulled my nightshirt away from my neck, exposing the place where my shoulder met my skin. The bite mark was gone. It was completely healed. I stared at my reflection for a long moment, then reached up and touched the smooth skin with trembling fingers. There was no scar. No bruise. No sign at all. It healed too fast. Anyone who looked at me now would never guess what had happened beneath the Mating Moon. They would never know I had been marked by a powerful wolf.

If I asked her why, she would say, "I'm afraid people will ask where you got such a tattoo. Then, what if they pray to be reborn as my child?" I always laughed at my mom's answer. My birthmark was unique. It was black and patterned like a crescent moon. It's not big, but its location on the inner wrist makes it look aesthetically pleasing. People who don't know would think it's a tattoo. But in reality, it was just a birthmark that happened to be in the shape of a black crescent moon. "What's your name?" Alpha Jared started the conversation again after a while. "Victoria," I replied.

No one in my family had silver strands or eyes like mine. Mom looked out of the window into the darkness, "There was a fire." My mind immediately went to the images shown to me by the lake. What if the lake showed me the night when my biological parents died? "It happened on the full moon?" Mom looked back at me, "A few days after the full moon, you were born on the night of the full moon, but it was no ordinary full moon, it was the night of a blood moon." My stomach dropped further hearing this.

She growled, the veins on the side of her neck popping out. Then I noticed a mark on her neck. A quarter moon shape. It was familiar because– I had one too. It was the marks given to Omega at birth, to distinguish them from the rest. Hers was barely visible, it seemed she covered it with make up powder. “You are– you are an Omega.”

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.

The people of Shtylla e forcës must be more stupid than I thought. "Do you have your birthmark? Every daughter has their own. Mine is an upside-down moon over a heart. My children bear the same. Yours can either be the same as your mother or not. What is yours?" I thought I didn't have one until I grew boobs. Mine was completely different. Of course, I didn't know what it meant back then but Mum always looked ghost white when she saw the mark and would scold me to never allow anyone see it. It's not like I was planning to walk around naked and show everyone my boobs. "The crescent moon turned upward while a glowing silver star hovers over it," Loretta almost fell over, causing the cup next t