Moon Shaped Birthmark Novels & Stories

"Clara, no one has ever been able to see this birthmark on my shoulder except me. But now you can. Even Robin can’t see it. Tell me, if that isn’t strange, what is?" Clara's heart pounded as she suddenly remembered—Alpha Edward and Michael both had the same mark. A crescent moon. Her eyes widened. The mark was clear, silvery against Dana’s skin. Yet, according to Dana, no one else had ever been able to see it. Clara took a step back, her heartbeat racing. This wasn’t possible. The crescent moon mark wasn’t just any birthmark—it was a special sign that could only be seen by those bound by pure blood. A mark that should only belong to family members.

"You told me we had children in your timeline. Tell me something only a mother would know." Aria's gaze met mine. Her pain was so evident, it hurt me to look at it. "Kai has a birthmark," she whispered. "Shaped like a crescent moon on his left shoulder blade. It is tiny, barely the size of my thumbnail." Her voice broke. "Mira holds my pinky finger. Just my pinky, never any other one. She curls her fingers so tightly around it, like she's afraid I'll disappear if she lets me go."

He nodded, his eyes shining brighter than when he walked in. He continued to stare at me, and my brow creased. "Is something wrong?" I asked, and he shook his head. "You have a nice birthmark right there. My daughter had one in a similar spot, though a different mole," he said suddenly, and I swallowed. My hand trailed toward the birthmark on my collarbone. Small and dark, not the usual round shape most moles have—but shaped like a teardrop resting against my skin. I smiled as my fingers brushed it.

They exchanged looks before turning their gazes on Aleister again. “Lord Aleister,” Mother Superior began. “I won’t lie to you. The girl you’re looking for is indeed under our care. However, these photos aren’t enough—” Aleister adjusted his coat and leaned to the side. “She has birthmarks. There’s a red half-moon-shaped mark on her nape and a black crescent moon mark on her upper left chest.” He saw how Sister Sola’s eyes widened in shock when she heard what he said about the girl. Of course, he knew about it, for it was stated in the prophecy.

Her ears stood on end sharply. "Wait. What's that?" Sasha stood checking herself out and a frown formed on her lips, "on your neckline?." I'd seen it too. My dad had it too and so does Mason. A red moon birthmark on the nape of our neck. I didn't let Sasha get a close look for a reason I want even sure of. I relaxed and made myself shrink back to my human self. In a few seconds I was on my knee in front of the mirror peeping at my naked self.

I twist a little to the side so I can see it clearly—the mark. It's truly red, like a bold, fearless tattoo shaped like a sun with sharp pointed rays stretching out in all directions. At the center, there is a large crescent moon cradling a five-pointed star, as if the crescent moon is protecting the star. Around the moon and star, there are small dots growing bigger with each next dot, and below the crescent moon, there is a bigger dot and even more dots that trail down in a straight line, leading into two sharp triangles pointing downwards. How did this mark end up on my body?

Mikayla anxiously quizzed. "Sorry dear," Silva shook her head, "I cannot see that far, but because your powers have awakened, they will find you." The corners of Mikayla’s mouth turned down with disappointment. "Your birthmark should be very unique, Mikayla.” Silva cocked her head to the side and asked me. “Have you seen it?" "Yes," I stated. Her birthmark, which is in the shape of a star on a stem with five dots arranged in a curved line beneath it to resemble a smiley face, is located on the top of her right ass cheek.

But it’s enough. I reach out to grab a spool of black thread, my eyes falling on the exposed skin beneath the tape. My hand stops dead in mid-air. It’s a scar. But it isn't an injury from the pool, and it isn't a surgical mark. It is a brand. The scarred, raised flesh is shaped into a perfectly distinct, moon shaped crestent with three jagged, interlocking peaks that look like a mountain range, surrounded by a thick, circular border. It looks like it was burned into her skin with hot iron.

Nangunot ang noo ko. Bakit may marka siya ng tulad nito? Saan niya nakuha iyon? Birthmark? Pero, may birthmark bang tila inukit ng ekspertong mga kamay? May birthmark ba na kahit nagdaan na ang maraming taon ay kumikinang at tila bago pa? Why does she have the moon mark of rebirth? -wish11:11-

Just us and the full moon rising over the pines. “I need to show you something,” Kade said, pulling his shirt over his head. I turned away instinctively, but his voice stopped me. “It’s not that kind of show, Shea. Look.” I turned back. There, on his chest, over his heart, was a mark. Faint, but glowing in the moonlight. A crescent, wrapped in a thin swirl of lines like vines or flame. “The Moon Mark,” he said. “Only appears when a wolf meets their true mate.”