Sun Cutie Mark Novels & Stories

“I know baby, I know. Excuse me, please. I didn’t mean to take away your choice.” Sigh. I was silent for a moment and then replied. “It’s fine, I understand it. It doesn’t mean you’re forgiven, but I get it.” Eric stares at me open-mouthed as he says, “Babe, your mark shines!” “What?” Eric rushes to give me a mirror, preventing me from getting out of bed. I look at my reflection and see how my mark does indeed shine. It is a golden crescent moon. “WOW! Is beautiful! Scott, have you found anything in the literature about this?”

“I was just thinking it would be nice to disinfect this.” “Yeah, it would be. Oh, well.” He doesn’t say more, and I find myself staring at his mark again. It’s different than mine. I try to ignore the scar on my chest left by Kieran’s fangs, but it’s definitely the shape of a sun. Every mark I’ve ever seen in Dun’s Crossing is a sun. Kieran’s is a moon. “What are you looking at?” he asks me.

Cora lunged forward, roughly pushing my hair away. The side of my neck was completely exposed to everyone. A stunningly intricate crescent moon mark shimmered on my skin. The silver lines were like flowing starlight, surrounded by complex, mystical runes, located right in the sacred spot for a mating mark. "That's it!" Cora's voice was practically a scream. "It's exactly like the legends describe! Exactly!" Everyone crowded around. "No... impossible..." Asher's face turned white as a sheet. "This is absolutely impossible..."

I touched my neck, it was a deep, raw puncture. “Holy shit,” I said, brushing my fingers over it. I had read about stuff like this. “Is this, like your kink or something?” Louis laughed. “You can call it a love mark.” I laughed too, the voice in my head was probably as satisfied as I was. I reached for the knife to cut a cake slice I’d brought and the metal burned my skin. I gasped as I dropped it. “Shit!” I held up my palm as it looked like there was a blister but even as I stared at it, my skin began to heal.

My knees nearly buckled beneath me. Lucien moved instantly to help, but Ryker held an arm out slightly, stopping him. “Wait,” he said hoarsely. The mark burned hotter and hotter. I cried out softly, clutching my chest as silver light exploded beneath my skin like liquid fire. The crowd erupted into chaos all around me. “The mark—!” “It’s activating!” I looked down desperately at my own body. The crescent-shaped birthmark was glowing brilliantly now, silver light spreading across my skin like living moonlight.

Morning arrived with a golden light that slowly enveloped Black Fang. Serafina had already woken up even before the sun had fully risen. She stood in front of the mirror. Her gaze was fixed on her shoulder. The mate mark was still there. Even now, its shape was much clearer. A small, silver crescent moon was surrounded by a pattern resembling a wolf’s horns. A faint light pulsed along its edges, as if the mark had a life of its own.

Arda remarked, pointing at it. Tracy glanced down at her wrist and quickly covered the mark with her hand. “Oh, yeah. It’s just a tattoo.” Arda thought she sounded defensive. “Is it a birthmark?” she pressed. “No, no,” Tracy said quickly, her discomfort evident. “It’s just a tattoo of the sun. If it were a birthmark, that’d be weird, right?” Arda’s mind lingered on the mark. It reminded her too much of her own. Her moon-shaped birthmark. She met Tracy's eyes.

She whimpered, “The sun...I’m never going to be able to be in the sun again...” Marku crouched in front of her and spoke soothingly, “Shh, little Wolf. Most vampires cannot walk in the sun. It’s actually quite rare. However, I am able to do so. And you are as well.” “How do you know that?” she breathed. “The mark on your hip. You bear my family crest. It became visible when you took my blood. I have one exactly like it in the same location; however, unlike mine which is defined by black lines, yours has white lines. This means the mark won’t stay visible. It will only appear when my blood is in your system.”

I brought my hands to my eyes, feeling a pain I had never quite experienced: my eyes were absolutely killing me. Caleb stepped out beside me, as he was finishing wrapping his arms and neck in a thin, clear material. It almost looked like Saran wrap, but it seemed to dissolve in his skin as he put it on. I couldn’t even tell it was there. “What’s that?” “Skin wrap,” he said, looking down as he wrapped it carefully again and again over his arms and shoulders. “It’s what allows us to go out in the sunlight. Otherwise, our skin would burn.” He looked her over. “You don’t need it—yet.”

I can't have a mate that will bring disaster to him. During my practice, I suddenly feel the burning sensation again on my birth mark. My birthmark is on the upper left side of my right elbow. It is a small circle with a little symbol in it. A crescent moon circled by a 'chain' pattern. For past eighteen years I haven't been able to decipher the meaning of this symbol and I am still trying. The burning sensation leaves it itching behind. I don't know why it is happening like this suddenly? By the time I finish practicing the sun has come up reflecting a soft light with heat enough to soothe your mind and soul.