Royal Birthmark Novels & Stories

I paused and stared at Cone to scan his emotion at my expression of his father, but he was rather attentive to what I was saying. "I am very sure that the late Emperor would have made advances of getting rid of him or would have made research about him before taking him in" I reasoned and mentioned my words slowly so as not to provoke him. "Every child of the Royal family has a birthmark. Something like an arrow. It could be in any part of your body. A natural imprinted signature by the Almighty. Arnold's is imprinted on his back while mine is here" he shifted the material on his shoulder to make the signature on his neck visible.

“It’s Aris. We have a problem. A big one.” A pause. I could hear the tinny, anxious sound of her voice on the other end but not the words. “No, she’s stable for now, just a faint… but that’s not it,” he interrupted, running a hand over his face. “When I was examining her… I saw it. The mark. The crescent moon birthmark on her shoulder blade. It’s… it’s faded. Almost imperceptible, but it’s there.” My blood ran cold. A crescent moon birthmark? The symbol of the Moonrise Pack royalty was a crescent moon. It was on their banners, their seals. Was it also a literal birthmark on their princess?

“Maybe things will change, you will take your mate’s accept—“ His eyelashes flipped, then he shook his head. “No! No! I mean you would be accepted into the royal family if you’re confirmed to the lost Princess Reina.” For a second, my cheeks reddened with a blush. He was trying hard to control his wolf’s desire for me such that he got to say his mind before realizing. But about the royal family, I was doubting. It sounded so strange in my ears. I have a crown birthmark on my left arm but till today, I’d been thinking it had no major significance. Without saying anything, I pulled off my veil, flinging it over, then proceeded to unbutton my robe from the side. As I was about to pull it off, I

I followed Ronan as he rushed back into the autopsy room. The healer, with trembling hands, used forceps to part the rotten flesh on my chest, revealing the stark white bone beneath. "There's a mark on the skin over the chest!" Next to the heart, on a small, inch-long patch of relatively intact skin, was a tiny, crescent-shaped birthmark. In that instant, Ronan's blood ran cold. He recognized that mark. It was the Moon Mark I was born with, once considered a blessing from the Moon Goddess herself.

She collected all the reagents and equipment she would be needing to dye her hair and went to the bathroom. The colour of her hair was not the only thing she had to hide from the public and Alpha Kai. She also had to hide her Royal birthmark. Because of certain discrepancies in the past generations, certain practices were adopted by members of every Royal household in the werewolf world and one of them was giving a special mark to every offspring of the Royal household for easy identification wherever they went.

she shouted, but Timothy didn’t back down and continued to expose her shoulder. “This! Aren’t you curious about this butterfly mark with a crown above it?” She stopped struggling as she remembered the mark she had long wondered about. She had tried asking her mother about it, but all she got was that it served as a guide—a guide to what? “You and your brother both have this, Claire. There’s only one meaning behind it—you are of royal blood. It’s passed down through your lineage. When you’re born, it naturally appears on your body. Your brother’s is under his wrist.”

Gabriel asked her. He looked at the witch, his brow furrowed in a way that made him look almost pained… maybe he wanted it to be a mistake. I could see it in the way his jaw was working, his muscles were now tense under his shirt. If I was royal, everything changed. The rogue he was keeping wasn't just a stray anymore now I am a political landmine. “I’m positive. It’s a unique mark, a signature of the royal witchdom. I’ve seen descriptions of it in texts that have been locked away for centuries. Why it’s imprinted on her skin specifically remains a mystery, but it doesn't just happen by accident.”

He turned and was shocked to see the lamp on the floor. Clara stood there throwing the lamp to show her anger. "Is there anything I said wrong?" Alex raised his eyebrows confused by her actions. "Who are you to give me the freedom to do whatever I want?" Clara asked as she crossed her arms in a dominating way. This girl surely possesses royal blood by birth. The way she speaks and her manners show her status and Alex surely was impressed by her attitude.

He made them her bodyguards, which is quite impressive. "Your highness, the baby is born at a time which is considered inauspicious. As the newborn is the blood relative of the royal family, his birth might create problems for the head of the family. In our case, her highness queen Lola is the head of this royal family, because you are not related by blood. So his birth would bring problems for her" the physician said hastily.

If found guilty the royalty has all the right to put the life of the offender to an end. Uh-huh that was never in her plans. Never. She just wanted a simple and no drama kind of life but ever since she was born her life has been filled with scandals. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe nor blink. She was terrified to an extent of literally shaking. The bowel in her hands was threatening to fall over if she didn’t stop. Her eyes were fixed on the white substance on the purple cloak of a the royal Prince. Not just any Prince. He was known by many disturbing names.