Moon Shaped Birthmark Novels & Stories

She looked down at me and her eyes were darkened with desire. Nothing in my life could have prepared me for the way she made me feel just by that one look. When I looked back down, something caught my eye. Just on the side of her hip, was the strangest-looking birthmark. It was in the shape of a crescent moon. There was something about it that looked so familiar like my mind was trying to remember something important. Most werewolves don’t carry birthmarks. There were rumors about the ones that did carry them, but I had tried to ignore the rumors. Something was nagging at me to try to remember something though, I just couldn’t recall what it was.

Giovanna grins. The Luna smiles and looks like she’s about to leave the room when she freezes, staring at my mates exposed mark. It turned out beautiful. It’s all black and has kind of a tribal feel. It has imagery depicting a full moon with claw marks on either side circled by a large bite mark that wraps from the front of her shoulder to the back. It’s the most beautiful mark I’ve ever seen, but it’s entirely possible that I’m just biased.

Shahara looked away as she said those words. “She has a crescent moonlike shaped mark on her left shoulder. It is believingly the mark of the Moon Goddess.” Shahara carefully added – making her bit her lower lip to prevent herself from gaping at her words. Then, she remembered the small mark on her left shoulder. It was a crescent moonlike shaped. She always thought that it was just a birthmark and that it was her lucky charm. Well, that was what her parents had told her, too. Could it possibly be?

Inside Aurora's room, Ruby continued applying the healing salve, her touch soothing on Aurora's injured skin. "Wait," she said suddenly, pausing at Aurora's shoulder. "You have a birthmark here. A crescent moon shape." Aurora tried to look over her shoulder. "I've always had that." Ruby leaned closer, examining it with interest. "It's faint, but distinctive." The door opened abruptly. Ruby quickly pulled Aurora's healing robe back up, assuming it was Alexander entering.

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

I take a deep breath, "I think I know where I can find him. Gi has a crescent moon like birthmark on his neck and it's surrounded by little dots. I have seen this before on someone who used to go to my school years ago." "It's a scar." Dangelo says, "A surgical scar to remove cists on a child's neck. There are many people with the same scars." I pause slightly and think back to the picture. So the holes must be where they put the stiches. "Even so, no one has the same scar in the same place, with the same stitching pattern not even how the scar itself healed. I remember every detail of this scar and it is the exact scar in the picture mom left me."

The Blood Moon had passed, but this one… this moon was no less strange. “Sleep, little star,” I whispered, rocking her gently. “Mama’s here.” And then it happened. A glow, soft at first, shimmered beneath her blanket. I pulled it back slowly. There, on her shoulder, just below her collarbone—the mark. I had seen it before, the night she was born. But now, in the moonlight, it came alive. The crescent shape burned with pale silver light, and lines of ancient runes spread like tiny rivers across her skin, pulsing.

It felt like I was missing a piece of myself, and I didn’t know how to find it. I ran my hands over my arms, trying to shake off the chill that had settled there. That’s when I noticed something that made my breath catch. Just above my left elbow, there was a mark—a mark that shouldn’t have been there. It was faint but unmistakable, shaped like a crescent moon with small, jagged lines that looked almost like rays of light shooting out from it.

I can't have a mate that will bring disaster to him. During my practice, I suddenly feel the burning sensation again on my birth mark. My birthmark is on the upper left side of my right elbow. It is a small circle with a little symbol in it. A crescent moon circled by a 'chain' pattern. For past eighteen years I haven't been able to decipher the meaning of this symbol and I am still trying. The burning sensation leaves it itching behind. I don't know why it is happening like this suddenly? By the time I finish practicing the sun has come up reflecting a soft light with heat enough to soothe your mind and soul.

Once he was satisfied that it was rinsed thoroughly, he loaded it up with his body wash and handed it to me. I took my time washing him while also exploring everything about him. He had a nickel sized, almond shaped burgundy birthmark just under his left arm, at the bottom of his rib cage. It wasn’t raised but it was definitely unique and resembled a football in both shape and structure. I smiled as it seemed to indicate he was destined for the field from the womb. He looked down where I was running the sponge over it and grinned. “You found my birthmark. Mom says it’s a football.”