The Birthmark By Nathaniel Hawthorne の小説・ストーリー

Lillie stares over towards me, “I don’t see any marks? Could it be something like a tattoo?” “It’s a birthmark,” Ash clears his throat as he beats me to the answer, “-Willow has a birthmark.” “Willow hasn’t got any birthmarks,” Lillie chuckles with incredulity. “Well,” I confess, “-it turns out, I do,” I cautiously spin around, brushing back my waved hair as I allow the gawping gatherers surrounding me to ogle at the tanned marking gracing itself upon my skin, “-I woke up this morning and there it was.”

Damon's hands were shaking when he held him — the Alpha King's heir, the man who could move mountains in the Council, trembling like a leaf trying to hold a newborn baby. I laughed at him. He didn't have a comeback. When the little one opened his eyes, I saw it — a small birthmark by the corner of his eye. In the exact same spot, the exact same shape as the pup who never got to grow up. Like a mark that had traveled across five years to find its way back. Damon saw it too. He stood by the window holding the baby, sunlight falling across them both, illuminating that tiny birthmark. "Ashton," he said.

Well, he thought to himself there was another thing to add to the books. He knew he needed to get her out of there and fast before they saw her face because once they do, she will be in danger. They wouldn’t stop until she was dead. This is not how he wanted this to happen. He took his palm and put it on her chest to mark her as his. Any other hunter would recognize this mark and maybe it would make it easier to find her. He felt selfish marking her like this because she had no idea what it would mean for either of them.

"I found you asleep in my room you were laying on your stomach with your hair to one side and that's when I saw your birthmark" "Okay what does this guy's missing daughter and my birthmark have to do with each other" she says sitting back in her seat looking between us. "Look gorgeous the man's daughter had a heart shaped birthmark on her neck just like you" I say sitting up more placing my elbows on the edge of the table "The man's name is Marquez Santiago and he's on his way here now"

I shivered a little. I turned my back around from the mirror and looked at the birth mark on my right back shoulder. It was a slightly brown little circle just at the right side. I bent my hand to touch it. I noticed it first when I was a kid. We had PT lesson and after that,all of us were changing dresses at the dressing room. Then one of my friends, Natasha came to me and touched me at the spot. " Ruth, you have a birthmark here." Then she showed me the little circle. I kind of love that tiny little brown circle on my body and whenever I take a shower, I look at the spot and touch it with my hand.

There is a shift in the atmosphere of the room, it begins to feel colder, ominous and I dread what is to happen next. Her eyes harden and her claws extend. “I am tired of trusting the wrong people. I am tired of being hurt. I am strong and I will not let this mark make me weak.” She reaches up to her neck, Myself and Bradley rush toward her but we are too late. She slashes through the mark on her neck. Someone has reached into my chest and is crushing my heart. That is the only explanation for the pain I feel that has me begging for death. As I collapse to the ground before everything goes dark I see Olivia turn and walk out the door. How?

Dark, almost the exact shade as mine, I had noticed it weeks ago, in passing, and told myself it was nothing, told myself plenty of children had dark brown eyes like that, just a coincidence, nothing more, but staring at him now, this close, under this light, it wasn't just dark brown. It was my exact shade. Identical. "Move his collar down a bit," I said, Damon adjusted Eli's small shirt slightly, pulling the collar down just an inch, and there, just below his collarbone. A birthmark. Small, oddly shaped, almost like a crescent moon. I went completely rigid. Because I had that exact same birthmark. In the exact same place on my own body. I had carried that mark my entire life and never once

"Okay." The orphan girl from Crescent Ridge who had built a company from nothing and married a man who was trying to slowly kill her and survived both of those things was about to walk into the oldest pack chamber, in the South and present proof of a birthmark she had hidden her whole life without knowing what it meant.

He just looked… shocked. “What mark is this?” he growled, pointing. I looked at the birthmark near my right nipple. “It’s a sign. I was born with it,” I replied. Suddenly, Tristan pulled the towel from his waist, and I immediately turned, facing away from him. “Turn around already. Don’t be so puritanical.” I breathed deeply again and slowly turned back. I focused my gaze on his anxious face, and he quickly noticed. “Lower your eyes, damn it,” he demanded.

“I have gone through this book since I was a child, but I have never been able to finish it since then. History repeats itself, and this book keeps writing everything that happens every day, everything that has to do with the white Oaks.” He kept flipping through pages till he came to a page that had the perfect picture of my birthmark. “Here,” he pointed at it, “the ancestral mark. This Mark is given to wolves who have a hidden purpose, a descendant of the first white Oak themselves. This Mark also appears to people who are reincarnated White Oaks ancestors.” Both Grace and Elias stared at me while I turned my shoulder to them to take a better look at them. Grace's gasping gave me the answe