Moon Shaped Birthmark Novels & Stories

MATEO'S POV Starring at Olivia for so long made me notice the moon shaped birthmark on her ankle, it was so tiny one wouldn't notice until you looked closely but since I had all the time in the world to stare at her, I picked it up. Who has a birth mark the shape of a moon?. My curiosity got the better of me as I reached for her leg and touched the spot, slowly rubbing my fingers around it. It felt so familiar, like I'd seen it somewhere but I never knew where. before I could place a finger here and there she suddenly pulled her leg away as she flinched snapping her eyes open.

"What birthmark?" "The informant told the council that Finch's daughter had a very distinct birthmark. A crescent moon on the back of her left shoulder," Elara explained, her hands trembling slightly. "When Mr. Sterling brought you to the hotel that night... when he tore your clothes... he must have realized you didn't have the mark." Flora’s blood ran completely cold. The teacup rattled against the saucer in her hands. "A crescent moon," Flora whispered, the air leaving her lungs. "On the back of the left shoulder."

The soft, unblemished skin of her right wrist was being permanently etched by an ancient, searing celestial fire. The heat was unbearable—like molten silver being poured directly onto her flesh. Lines of brilliant, permanent white and violet light burned into her skin, weaving together into a intricate, stunning design. A crescent moon, surrounded by seven distinct, delicate stars, locked permanently into the flesh of her right wrist—the sacred, undeniable Moon Mark of the Sovereign Empress.

She was so small, so soft, with a tiny tuft of dark hair and clear, glowing eyes that blinked up at us. As I gently adjusted the soft blanket around her tiny shoulders, my breath caught in my throat. I looked up at my mate with wide, emotional eyes. "Kieran, look," I whispered, turning the baby slightly so he could see. Right on her tiny shoulder blade was a distinct, glowing mark in the shape of a perfect crescent moon. It pulsed with a faint, silver light, signaling the royal mark of Selene’s divine wolf lineage.

He tilts his head, exposing his neck. I mark him. He is mine as I am his. As for Cane, that’s something to discuss later, months later. My mark doesn’t look like his. It is reddish…the color of a blood moon. It is done. We are bound. Our lips crash together with reckless abandon. I don’t want to wait, and I don’t think he does either. My mark glows and his does too. We rip our clothes off and devour each other. It is only us. No eyes. No pack. Just us expressing our love for each other. We mate again. Our bond is stronger than before. The sun is starting to set by the time we return to the ranch. The whole pack is waiting. Frank steps forward. “Welcom our new co-alpha and Luna.” Everyone che

I bent my head, taking him in, my tongue swirling around his tip as Zane let out a deep, shuddering groan, his hands instantly coming down to grip my hair. But as I leaned lower, my eyes caught his inner thigh under the sharp, white-blue glow of the neon lights filtering through the glass. Right there, high up on Zane's left inner thigh, near his groin.A small, dark, crescent-shaped birthmark. I froze. The warm length of him slid out of my mouth as my jaw went completely slack. My mind flashed back to tonight. Back to the Citadel's master bathroom. I saw myself wrapping Leo in his yellow towel, my fingers gently tracing a very specific, dark, crescent-shaped birthmark on my son's left inner

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.

How did she have this? I removed my hand from her waist and lifted my fingers to trace the mark on her nape. Is this a birthmark? "Are you okay, Alpha Shawn?" Worry and concern were evident in her voice, as if demanding answers regarding what I saw. Breathing out, I stated, "I didn't know you had a birthmark on your nape. . ." "Maybe? I couldn't see my nape. What does it look like, Alpha?" "A full circle.” I whispered, the word feeling heavy on my throat as the moonlight caught the mark. “Your birthmark is a full and perfect circle, Samara. . . just like the full moon."

He says finally. "Doesn't Eva have one too?" I ask. "Oh I forgot about hers. They aren't quite the same, but yeah, she has one too." "Let me see it." He rolls without a fight, exposing his back to me. And right there, between his shoulderblades is a strawberry patch. A pink birthmark just smaller than the palm of my hand, shaped a bit like a star. I trace the edges with my fingers, and this time he gets to be the one to shudder under my touch.

She brought the babe to the light. The boy was perfect, with a tuft of dark hair that matched Kael’s. But as he opened his eyes, Ariyah’s breath hitched. They weren't blue, brown, or even the amber of a shifter. They were a piercing, crystalline violet—the color of the deep sky just before the stars appear. And on his tiny shoulder, glowing with a faint, pulsing light, was a birthmark: a perfect, silver crescent moon encircled by a crown of thorns.