Royal Birthmark Novels & Stories

I exclaim. “Yes. Completely serious.” Rose pauses with a small sigh. “I have a birthmark,” Rose shows me the little crown on the side of her right wrist. “This mark is what is known in shifter prophecy as the mark of the Royal Mother. Centuries ago, there was a great shifter war and during it, the werewolf royal line was killed off. A few hundred years later, seers around the world foretold of a strong and powerful Alpha that would be mated to a human female who bears the royal mark. She would be known as the Womb of Royalty and together with her fated Alpha, birth the new royal line. Their children, the new royals, would bring light and peace to the shifter world.

Over the years, the human mate baring the mark has become known as ‘The Royal Mother. I know you bare the mark of the royal, Rose. It is on your right wrist, above your thumb joint. A dime-sized birthmark in the shape of a crown. I saw it the first day we met when you were in the hospital injured from the bombing, but I didn’t think anything of it, at the time.” My hospital room becomes deadly silent. I am thinking over everything I have learned and what this means for my future, but something else stops me. “Kent said he wanted to sell me for my super womb. Using me to give Alphas who hadn’t found their mates a powerful heir. What did he mean by that?”

He rolled his cuff up to his forearm and showed me his wrist. I was surprised when I saw the exact birthmark on the exact part of his wrist. "How... what is the meaning of this..." my voice faded midway. It seemed like I was tongue-tied. I always thought that the birthmark in my wrist was somehow connected to the mystery behind my identity, but I never thought that this would be possible. No... no. I might be dreaming. Yes, you might just be dreaming, Ophelia. Because it is so damn impossible that I am related to the royal family of Rousiana!

She whispers, the exhaustion thick in her voice. “He is perfect. Absolutely perfect.” I whisper back. I gently run my hand over his little head and kiss it before I kiss my amazing mate. “He is perfect, but you should see this,” Kendra whispers and moves the blanket so his right shoulder shows, and right there it is barely noticeable, a birthmark looking like a crown. We look at it for a bit and it is the mark of the true king. “Do you think it will become more noticeable over time?” Liv asks.

"However there is this royal sign which every royal born has to bear no matter which gender. Her marking ceremony was conducted before she was kidnapped, I suppose if she is alive somewhere...she must be having the royal emblem mark on her." Who knows it better than me. The marking ceremony is pure torture but every royal born has to bear with it. Even I beared it. Some sick rules these wolves have followed since centuries. "We don't have much time left. Find her. Or if not ,make arrangements to kidnap his son then. No way in hell will I let that bastard win again!" He nods, and leaves. Leaving me to silence. I run my hand through my hair frustrated with the news. But then my gaze stops at t

She cooed softly as she wrapped the baby up, "It's a girl, Your Royal Highness." She smiled at Queen Julia, walking towards her with the baby held delicately in her arms, "A lovely baby girl that looks just like her late father, bless his soul." "What?!" Queen Julia spat as the Baby was presented before her, "Take that ugly black thing away from me!" She screeched startling the nurse, "Now!" "But Ma," The nurse's features contorted in confusion as she cradled the baby stepping backward, "She's your child!" "I do not want that ugly black thing!" Queen Julia screeched, a thousand thoughts running through her mind as to why her baby came out darker than she expected, "And that hideous birthmark

"Yes, to you she may be Angelina but to me she'll always be my Sara! My little princess! She's our one and only princess and that's why we named her 'Sara'--- little princess." Hearing that, both Angelina and Maxwell's mouths nearly hit the floor. Daughter?! Princess? What's happening here? Has the queen suddenly turned crazy? "I know you might think I'm crazy but let me call my husband and I'm sure he'll recognize that mark too. After all, it's our family crest symbol. Every royalty born into the family is given that same type of mark. And if my husband's testimony isn't enough to convince you, we'd do a DNA test just for your sake. But I just know you are my long lost daughter!"

"The doctor wrote down the description of the baby's body. A unique, permanent physical mark located on the skin of the inner left wrist. A mark shaped exactly like a burning star." She stepped closer, crowding my personal space until I could smell her sharp perfume. "The burning star is not a normal birthmark, Evangeline. It is the Golden Royal Crest. It is the sacred genetic stamp that belongs only to the true bloodline of the Sun Pack. The family line that my ancestors were supposed to have completely destroyed twenty years ago." Suddenly, Cassandra reached out her hand with lightning speed. Her long fingers gripped my left uniform sleeve and pulled the cloth up with a brutal, crushing fo

After the war ended, I traveled back to his cold kingdom to give him a proper, respectful burial and surprisingly When I arrived, the people there did not see a stranger instead hey saw the blood of Aragon in my veins. They all dropped to their knees and promised to be loyal to me forever. Thirdly I carried dark magic in my body because I was the reincarnation of Lilith. Because of this, the dark witches who had been hiding in the shadows after the battle came out to support me and saw me as their queen, too. And lastly, I was carrying Ezekiel’s baby. Even though Ezekiel had changed into a half vampire, he still carried the royal blood of the Blackfyre family.

“I never wanted to be King. I never wanted the burden of maintaining peace between all supernatural kind, since lycans currently reign supreme. By birth order, my older brother Ronan technically should hold the throne. But, because I was born with the Mark of the Deity, I am the Crowned Prince.” I furrowed my brow. Mark of the Deity? Like a birthmark? Did he have one? Then I vaguely remembered seeing it. My eyes trailed down to his hip, where across the back of it, flowing down toward the firm curve of his butt cheek, was a strange-looking patch of darker skin. It was jagged and shaped like a lightning bolt, but the ends looked like wolf heads comprised of lightning. I touched it. “You mean