Royal Birthmark Novels & Stories

It wasn’t his fault he was born of royal blood, and all I have to do is carry that with him. “How about my son here, Thomas?” King Ricardo suddenly perched. I heard two different things that moment. Coughing and laughing. The coughing was from me and Thomas, and the laughing was from Althea and Keith. “I’m sorry, what?” Thomas, who was in front of King Ricardo, almost drowned in his water. “Thomas is a likely suitable partner for Ruthy. He is of royal blood, he has the looks, the brains and the manners. They would rule Rinovea marvelously,” King Ricardo added.

he asked with a grin on his face. “The Prince is born with a thick black scar on his right thigh and a small red dot behind his right ear”, she continued. Dakar froze after hearing that, and the smile on his face turned into a deep frown. He had a terrible scar on his thigh. It was as black as coal and covered nearly all of his right thigh. And behind his ear, was a small dot, the size of a drop of water and it was pure red. He was born with them both.

No force could stop it from occurring. Only the queen and the few court ladies who delivered the baby knew the exact birth of the child. So, even though the queen knew that his birth was unusual and he had a fault in his stars, she decided to hide the fact, so that it won't hinder her son to sit on the throne. The single fault in his character would be referred to as the stains in his whole personality. That meant that he won't be able to sit on that comfy golden throne with the royal crown embedded on his head with the highest power to rule over the whole kingdom.

“It’s the Alpha bloodline crest.” My breath caught in my throat, freezing the air in my lungs. “What?” The female elder leaned in, her own eyes widening in shock as she took in the silver birthmark etched into my skin. “In this pack,” she explained, her voice dropping to a whisper, “members born directly from the Alpha bloodline carry this exact mark from birth. It is an extremely rare occurrence.” I could only stare at her blankly, my mind spinning too fast to actually process a single word she was saying. “What do you mean…”

They were very patient and focused, making it easy for Atlas and Regina to understand. Atlas and Regina's tears flowed uncontrollably when they touched their babies for the first time. "They look so much alike, but there's something that sets them apart," Nurse Lily said. "This is the first baby born, a boy, the heaviest. There's a star-shaped birthmark near his collarbone," said Nurse Lily. "Look." Atlas and Regina examined the birthmark. "It really does look like a star," Regina said. "This is the second baby born, a boy, the longest, and his hair is also the thickest, and it looks like it's going to be a little wavy," said Nurse Lily. "He got the star shape on his left shoulder."

Could Lois’s children be mine? His chest tightened. The thought was absurd. I am cursed… damned to never father heirs. How could I, of all men, produce six healthy children? His lips parted, muttering aloud, “Impossible. This is fantasy.” Still, the suspicion clawed at him. Every royal bore a mark at the back of the ear, a pearl-like ridge of flesh. If he touched it, he would know. Slowly, he reached toward Conall’s ear—but the boy slapped his hand away with surprising force.

I jolted awake, panting. "Oh great... Just a dream... Just a—" My words died as my hand instinctively touched my neck. "NO!! NO!!" I ran to the mirror, my heart hammering in my chest. And there it was—the mark. A royal bloodline mark. The mark from a royal shifter was different. It resembled a small magic circle, and once it appeared, it meant you belonged to the person who had marked you forever. There was no way to break the bond. Unlike a regular shifter’s mark, which looked more like a bite tattoo, the royal mark was visible only to werewolves. Humans couldn’t see it—except for the gifted ones who could perceive the unseen.

I hate that they’re separated, that she didn’t even have a chance to hold him. “Cry,” I command. “Clear your lungs. Let us hear you.” He gurgles a soft cry before it erupts, loud and clear as a bell, the same bells ringing through Moonrise to announce the birth of a new royal–the first of his generation. A prince. I could fall to my knees right now in thanks.

"I was disowned before you were born, Damon. Sent away for refusing an arranged mating. By the time I heard about the massacre, it was too late to help." "Prove it," I said. "Prove you're who you say you are." "You have a birthmark behind your right ear. Crescent moon shape. It's a genetic marker of the Silverpaw royal line." Catherine's voice softened. "Your mother had the same one. So did I. So does every direct-line Silverpaw." I touched the birthmark instinctively. Very few people knew about it. Thorne, because he'd examined me. Caden and Ezra, through intimacy. But not many others.

No one questioned his decision, after all everyone had seen the signs surrounding my birth and even without them wouldn't have dared. The golden fiery phoenix had shown herself for the first time in as many years outside the grand palace at the same time the dragon took to the skies, both rending the air with their cries of welcome. Both beasts and beings alike had felt the sensation of movement in the atmosphere and had looked to the skies where the light had changed from the bright yellow of the sun to a purple hue that denotes royalty. A royal heir had been born. The, royal heir! All the monarchs from the surrounding realms that came under our rule had arrived for days and weeks afterward