Royal Birthmark Novels & Stories

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

“Ladies and gentlemen, please, welcome, the arrival of His Royal Highness, Prince of Burkese, Duke of Winterbourn, Prince Isodore. Her Royal Highness, Duchess of Burkese, Princess Aimrose.” With respect, the guests stepped aside for the arrival of the Prince and Princess. They looked regal. The Prince was in a sharp dress in a royal uniform with his medals of honor pinned on his chest with Royal Family Order sash over his shoulder. The Princess was drop-dead gorgeous, making me starstruck in her black floor-length gown. I followed when everyone applauded as the Prince and Princess were about to pass by the isle. I was so drawn that I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. Something about her aura

She pointed to the black dress hanging in the farthest corner of the wardrobe filled with colorful dresses. Agatha turned to look at it and suddenly said, "As expected. The Consort has brilliant eyes for things." Athena rolled her eyes, "I just like black, that's all there is." Black will always hide the blood stains of her victims. "And please, don't call me Consort. I have a name, use it." "That's impossible. Lord Alexander has chosen you as his Consort and we, servants cannot disobey the masters." Aria, the other maid said quickly.

I said. “I hope you never do, she’s worse than nightmare itself.” Maryann solemnly replied. ~ ~ ~ The moment we finished breakfast; the Queen had told us to wait. She wanted to announce something very important. I presently awaited her words. The table was as usual— I sat opposite Zack’s brother, Ricardo. Beside Ricardo was his uncle Durello, his wife and his kids, John and Julia. His dad was in his room. Due to his health issues, the royal doctor recommended he got enough rest.

While suspecting, he was climbing in here with me no matter what my answer was. Protocol was protocol, after all. This did throw an interesting curveball my way. Could carrying a royal heir be dangerous to my health in ways I’d not yet considered? I should deliberate over this for at least, oh, I don’t know… A minute? Possibly two? I don’t. I am, instead, whipping out the small cosmetics compact from my purse and touching up my makeup and lip gloss, then running my fingers through my beachy blonde curls I’ve released from the ponytail, fluffing them, all in an effort to hopefully look somewhat presentable.

Amaris, the crown princess and the next in line of succession, scrunched her nose on her father and widely smiled at her brother. “He’s so beautiful, isn’t he?” The king and queen beamed and looked at the elder for the presentation of the mark. For two royal marked mates, their offspring might either have a royal print or a normal one since being royal in Moon Valley depends on the mark the Moon Goddess bestowed upon them. But for Frey and Morrigan, no matter their child’s mark is, he will have all the love from them.