The Birthmark By Nathaniel Hawthorne Novels & Stories

I pressed my hand against my collarbone, tracing the outline of the birthmark through the thin fabric of my nightgown. It was just a mark. I had been born with it. I had hidden it my whole life because Melvin's elders told me it was a sign of my cursed blood. But what if they were wrong? What if it meant something else entirely? My eyes grew heavy. The fire crackled softly. The warmth of the blankets pulled me toward sleep. Then— Something shifted inside me, not a thought, not even a feeling. It was a presence. Deep and low and powerful, rising from somewhere I had never known existed.

“I'll tell you what you can do. I want you to compile everything you know about Kim and send it to me.” “I don't follow.” “My friend Birthmark is a private investigator,” he said and I wondered who would give their child a name like that. “I'll send everything you have and he'll try to find something we can use against her. She sounds like someone who has a dirty past.” “Why is he called that?” I asked, unable to ignore it. He chuckled. “Sorry, it’s nickname we gave him back in high school. He has a distinct birthmark near his left eye.”

Finlay gave her another astonishment by cupping the small swell of her breast through her blouse generating heat at the same time a bittersweet emotion on the pit of her stomach, as it made goosebumps rise on her pores. Her nipples hardened and arched beneath her blouse. She gulped down a sudden gigantic lump stuck within her throat because there was never a time her body reacted this way to Finlay's touch. This was foreign and she had no idea why she still let him hold her bosom. "There's a birthmark on your mammary lobe, it has an uncanny resemblance with the seven tribes map.." "Oh…" she gasped, unable to fathom with words because this man could really be Finlay. An impostor couldn't know

“The spell was both a curse and a blessing. It gave them immortality, riches and the wealth they'd always desired but then came their doom in the form of a girl who is said bare the birthmark of a moon shape on her neck,” I frown deeply and stop reading the note again. A birthmark in the shape of a moon. My hand slowly goes to my neck where my own birthmark lay hidden and immediately feels a shiver run through me, I immediately withdraw my hand. What the hell am I thinking?! I look at the note again and find nothing else written, even when I flip it to the back. Taking another look at the both sides of the section, I placed the note back on the shelf and walked away.

Jenny was about to be pissed off by his not-so-slow attitude. Seeing that the right moment had come, Daniel opened his mouth, and it was rare to say a long sentence, "Behind this baby's waist is a birthmark, a birthmark that only my Williams family can inherit, but also very few people have. Don't try to deny it, if you've taken care of it for years, you should know what's on it." Jenny felt like her head was exploding, of course she knew there was a birthmark on Peter's body, but she never expected that the strange birthmark would be the correct basis for this man to judge, now, her face could not be described by the word pale, but turned white.

“And she looks just like you. Look at this painting, she even has the same birthmark as you on the back of your neck.” “Birthmark?,” Anna exclaimed. “What birthmark?” “This double diamond joined in the middle.” He pointed to the painting of Adara’s back. “It’s under your hairline. I noticed it yesterday while we were, uh, you know.” Nate took a photo with his cell phone camera and showed it to Anna. “I’ve honestly never seen that before,” she told him.

I tell him as I circle us slowly inside. I doubt he can see much but it felt wrong not to introduce him to the room he will grow up in for the time being. I lay him down on the changing unit, undoing the towel. He’s a tall boy, slim and long. And as I pull his bottom up by his legs I notice a mark along his hip. A deep cherry birthmark that looks as if it’s half a heart. Birthmarks in werewolves usually enlighten the individual of how they died in a previous life and this would suggest it had something to do with his hip.

The way its horrendous hand was pointing at my shoulder—to where my birthmark is. I took a look at my birthmark and I found nothing unique in it. But the way the Hearteater spoke— ‘Your birthmark…’ It was an entity directly from my nightmares, crawled straight out from the tar black pits of hell. ‘Your birthmark…’ I couldn’t wipe out that monster from my memory. Its unearthly voice. The way it made the hair on my arms rise, the way it could’ve knocked out my very soul from my body. Evil. Its essence is pure, unfeigned evil.

Hunter’s POV I felt like I had something big and sharp and unbearably painful lodged in my throat. Ares had shifted into his wolf form now and was proudly strutting about but the image of that birthmark was burned onto my retinas and it obliterated everything else I could really see. Ares had the birthmark that every Burns boy had. Nobody had ever been able to explain it beyond a weird genetic quirk, but every single one of us, from our bloodline, had that birthmark on their butt.

Keeping aside the usual shock, Matt interrogated, “Why do you know all of our family secrets?” “Why do I know of the secrets of the heritage begun by me?” Retorting, the Ghost of Michigan let out a growl to let Matt know his choice of words offended him. Matt gaped. His head spun in the prison of his body on hearing one of his ancestors describing to him the significance of the birthmark he had despised since a child… a brown circular mark running from the right of his torso to the side of his chest. The mark forbade him from strolling around bare chested. He hated to see other men having the pleasure of exposing their bodies, especially on occasions such as Halloween. The entire town would