Royal Birthmark Novels & Stories

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

" He said. "But surely i know there are also a lot of descendants from that Emperor or whatever. Why not choose from them? " "You have the perfect DNA resembling those from The great Emperor from the Tang dynasty. You are the perfect heir and they need you to bring back monarchy in this country. " "How did you know i have the perfect DNA resembling his? " "Oh! I snuck into your room and I took your tootbrush for DNA testing. " He explained. I frowned. "That's why my brush went missing! it's you! And why do you people even want to bring back the monarch? I've read from books that the monarchy isn't a very good experience for the people. "

I asked as I gesture with my hand. "She said that she doesn't want to get her hopes on, cause I think it's been 7years already with her wedding to the king, but then after 9 months she give birth to a bouncing baby boy, that's our prince, Fahad, he was named after the former king of Saudi Arabia". I narrow my eyes and said "Too bad he is just a jerk now". Sultana blink her eyes and said "let me finish, then maybe you can judge him".

"What happened?" "Sit down, Mother." Calloway gestured to a chair. "You're scaring me. What's going on?" "Sit. Down." Victoria sat. Her hands gripping the armrests. "Tell me." Calloway moved closer. Towered over her. "The doctor found a genetic marker on Rosie. A birthmark with a very specific genetic mutation." "A birthmark? That's what this is about? Calloway, all babies have—"

She had thought them myths. ‘It’s funny you will think that, when you lived with werewolves almost your whole life.’ Olivera scoffed at Verity’s words. Werewolves were feasible. But dragons?? That was something entirely different, on a whole new level. As the smoke continued to weave its tale, Olivera saw a tattoo on the arm of the Queen, a mark identical to the one she had in her dream. She understood, somehow, that the tattoo was the mark of royals, appearing as a birthmark when firstborns reached a certain age, whether they were sons or daughters. It was a symbol of their ancient lineage, a sign of their responsibility to guard the world's balance and protect its secrets.

she lamented. "It's a good thing I don't want anyone's mark on you." I coldly stated. I did not want that bastard's mark on her body, but it makes me question if she has my mark or not because similar things apply to vampires as well, but only to the royals. I'm not sure how, but I got two marks. "Does this also apply to you?" She asked. "Yes, but we're born with it, and only royals have it, but strangely, I'm blessed with it as well, and I have two marks," I explained.

Then a small wolf howled in the bottom left. “All this just forms on your body at birth,” I asked, in shock. “Yup, all born royals bear the markings,” he said, quite proud. Crazy. I nearly asked … even your sisters… But I wasn’t ready to let on to that secret yet. “Born royals? What do you mean,” I asked, as he took my hand and continued to walk. “Well our mother is an Omega, she doesn’t have any markings though she’s the Queen,” he explained.

" I asked, gazing at the midwife for answers. The midwife gazed at my child, still in shock, "This is a powerful mark." she sighed as I heard her heart racing on her chest. "Tell me more about it." "This is a royal mark that no one else can have except someone from Alpha Carlos lineage. It has been like that right from the time of our forefathers." She explained, her voice laced with confusion. "Are you sure of what you are telling me? I think there must be a mistake somewhere." I was confused and short of words.

Inside, the screams of the Luna were drowned out by the thunder, until finally, a new sound pierced the night: the sharp, clear cry of a newborn. "It’s a boy!" the mid-wives had shouted, their voices echoing through the halls. "An heir! A King!" The warriors outside had howled, their voices joining the wind in a symphony of celebration. But inside the birthing chamber, the joy died an abrupt death. As the Alpha King held his son for the first time, he realized the infant's eyes weren't the deep, predatory brown of his lineage. They were a milky, clouded silver. The Prince was born into a world he could not see.

"The genetic markers match perfectly; your blood type matches, and you have a birthmark on your left shoulder blade... a constellation pattern that's identical to the one documented on the infant princess." She pulled her hands free, wrapping her arms around herself. "A birthmark? I have a birthmark that proves I'm royalty." "Yes. Jolene said it's only visible when you're overcome with intense emotion, which is why you might not have noticed it before." "So it's true." Her voice was hollow. "I'm the lost princess of one of the oldest wolf bloodlines. My family was attacked and had disappeared." "Yes." She walked to the window, staring out at the pack territory. "My parents. The King and Quee