Royal Birthmark Novels & Stories

"Why, me? We never..." "You may not have completed the bonding, but the small crown mark on the top of your breast shows that Prince Jeremiah intended to claim you completely and make you his Queen. It is the Royal mark one that no one can contest. It proves that you are our rightful Queen even without Jeremiah by your side.” I looked at him, shocked, surprised at the fact that he actually knew about that, as it is usually covered, and that such a small mark could mean so much to an entire kingdom. I shake myself a little and whisper,

I asked them and they shook their heads. "It's still the same especially when it's the Mudvilles but wait, are you our Princess?" I nodded. "Show us the royal birthmark." The aggressive one insists. I sighed, that would mean going half-naked in front of them, my mark was on the sides of my abdomen. I tried to take off the top but they all stopped me at once. "Oh my god! She's the one! The birthmark is always by the abdomen, please don't reveal your body." They all gasped and bowed at once which made me sigh in relief.

“As long as the reigning king remains unmated and unmarked, no illegitimate royal blood shall be denied. The first son born to the king must be recognized. The king is bound by sacred law to wed and mark the mother of that son, or forfeit the throne to the next pure male in line.” He let the parchment fall with a smirk on his lips. It landed with a sound like a coffin lid. Lady Margaret stepped forward, eyes glittering. “Caroline bore you a son, your majesty. A boy. Your first heir. You have not marked a female by law…” she began but I interrupted. “Dear auntie… But I do have a mark. My wolf and I accepted the mark. Or do you think it has disappeared now?” I taunted, leaning slightly out of

Kellen, the King and Queen’s son, was born only minutes before my daughter Lamia. Of course, all our children grew up close to each other, we were family, but there was an unmistakable bond between Prince Kellen and Lamia. The strangest thing was they were both born with identical birthmarks, a crown that only royalty was born with. Yet Lamia had not come from royal blood, just Alpha, and still, the Moon Goddess had blessed her with the mark of a crown on her right hip, the opposite hip to where Prince Kellen’s crown was. They were always holding hands and hated to be away from each other and always insisted on celebrating their birthdays together. Vivian and the Queen were convinced they wo

After so many years the Hawa Mahal became alive with the hustle and bustle of the family members and guests. "Royal grand master, What does this sign mean?" Mayura asked showing chota's baby's back. "It's their royal sign. This sign is on every heir of this Royal Family. Everyone is born with a different sign. Only the first child is born with the sign." "It shows how the child will be. He is born with the sign of the sun. He will be as strong as the sun. He will be very powerful, very angry, and soft-hearted. And will be a very noble child. Will not hold back from helping anyone. And who'll be his enemy? For those people, he'll be the death of them."

“Did your mother bear such a mark?” I began to say no, and then I stopped. I had a hazy recollection from childhood, when I’d seen my mother get dressed and spotted a silvery mark on her shoulder blade. I’d inquired about it, and she’d smiled and told me it was a birthmark. "Yes," I whispered. "She did." "Then it's likely true. You have royal blood in you, Winter Wolf. That’s why your wolf is so strong. That’s where your talents are uncommon. It's your birthright."

Everyone in the room bowed to Hayden, then the midwife pointed to Merri holding my baby. As Merri comes forward, the expression of everyone hardens, and Hayden is no exception. "Huk!" The people outside the room gasped. Their whispers sounded like a dead radio channel. "It's blonde... huh? How...” As he muttered those words with a painful expression and hesitated to touch my baby, everyone began to build their own story. The royal baby whose birth had been eagerly awaited by the entire royal population was born with features that did not reflect the royal family's elegance. With a light blonde hair color that shows his low caste.

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

I watched as he searched on his computer, he was looking at marks that represented other packs, not all packs had them, only some did and Daryl explained the mark I would be left with when he marked me would be a red crescent. Shit, I had completely forgotten about that, I had been so worried about my virginity, I had forgotten the marking process. I say nothing and continue to watch as he scrolls through the images and then I see it a very small dark purple crescent on a baby’s lower back. Daryl doesn’t see it until I point it out and when he clicks on it, we are both stunned by the headline ‘Royal baby kidnapped’ there are other links that go on to say how the baby was the last of her kind

He touches the baby's face and his heart jumps with happiness. "The baby is so cute." He squealed with happiness. "Alessio is a ditto copy of yours. Eyes, hair, everything. Just a strange thing I noticed on his body is that he has a birthmark. A thunder mark. I don't know what it is." Alessandra told the information to everyone. Alaric and Mr. Russo both come to see the mark. But both didn't understand what these marks meant. “Now will you showered all your love on my prince. What about your princess?” Alessandra spoke and handed him his princess.