Moon Shaped Birthmark Novels & Stories

Maybe with time, that would change, but Shae never pushed. “Do you bear the mark?” Shae asked while we looked over the garden. It caught me off guard. I hadn’t met anyone who knew about my birthmark. I hadn’t offered the information either. “The one like mom had?” I asked, unsure if I should be honest about it. Shae nodded. She swept her hair to one side and pulled down her collar revealing a crescent moon and star-shaped mark on her shoulder. I gasped as I looked at the mark. It was identical. She readjusted herself and looked at me expectantly.

"How?" "By changing your scent," she said, pulling a small vial of crushed, glowing sea-moss from her robe. "This will mask the Moonveil signature for a time. But it comes with a price. To survive, you must stop running and start fighting. The Unbound do not shelter refugees. They shelter queens." I took the vial. The moss within pulsed with a faint, bioluminescent rhythm, syncing with the beating of my own heart. "If I stay," I said, "I have to lead."

I want to move out asap. I put down my mascara and batted my eyelash before flashing a bright smile in the mirror. As I was about to leave, I caught a glimpse on my forehead and stopped. A crease between my eyebrows formed as I stared at the red birthmark on the upper right corner of my head. It is slowly fading away. I can still remember it being a bright red crescent moon form. Trixie, my sister will always tease me for having it saying I was Sailor Moon, a cartoon character she was obsessed with when we were kids.

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

He huffed. Well, that was just silly. How could he be looking for something if he didn’t know what it looked like? Their mom had had a birthmark of a crescent moon on the nape of her neck. She'd shown it to Cleo once, when Cleo was very small, and told her that one day Cleo would have one too, but she'd have to hide it, like Vera hid hers. Cleo hadn't seen Vera's birthmark, but she knew it was part of the secret.

My water broke properly this time, and with it came the realization that I was about to give birth to a child conceived in chaos, grown in corruption, and now infused with stolen divine power. "The delivery room," James said urgently. "We need to get to the prepared—" "No time." The baby was coming now, crown of its head already emerging. And on its skull, visible through my skin, were three marks: A crescent moon, a void spiral, and something else. A crown.

Elena’s breathing caught. She had never told anyone that. Not even Damien. “Who are you?” she repeated. The woman slowly removed one black leather glove. On the inside of her wrist was a small birthmark. A crescent moon. Elena’s eyes widened. Her own mother had the same mark. She remembered tracing it with her finger as a child. “No…” The word escaped before she realized she had spoken. “It isn’t possible.” The woman’s eyes filled with sadness. “I know.” “I’ve imagined this moment a thousand times.”

Emory asked, wide-eyed. "Super loud. Like thunder times a hundred." "Wow." Colt tilted his head to reach for his juice box, and as he moved, the collar of his shirt shifted. Emory noticed something on his neck a small, distinctive mark, shaped almost like a crescent moon. "Colt, what's that on your neck?" Colt's hand flew to his neck. "What?" "That mark. The little moon-shaped one. I have one just like it!" Emory pulled down the collar of her own shirt to show him. There, in almost the exact same spot, was an identical crescent-shaped birthmark. "See? They're the same!"

He dabs at her forehead, thinks about wrapping the baby up, then just drops the towel and embraces his mate and their baby. “He’s perfect,” Zach murmurs. “And look,” Orsina says, pointing to a strange birthmark on the baby’s left shoulder. “What is that?” “It’s us, I think,” Orsina whispers. Clara and I lean in close, looking at what Orsina is pointing to. Sure enough, it’s in the shape of the carving, a stylized version of a part bear, part wolf creature rendered in stone. “He’s going to grow up to be something amazing,” Clara says, her eyes full of wonder and pride.

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."