The Birthmark By Nathaniel Hawthorne Novels & Stories

EVANGELINE There was only one reason she’d be interested in my birth mark; one reason she’d exclaim the way she did. I hoped I’d have more time before she figured it out, but I knew it was a matter of time. After all, my birth mark was one of my most definitive features at the orphanage. There, no one cared about our names, and judging by how my life had gone since then: my family and my failed marriage, I thought she’d focus her search elsewhere.

It was oblong and three peaked almost resembling a crown. She noticed his gaze and her cheeks flushed again. Her hands raised to cover the birthmark. Barshan reached out to stop her. “I think you’re perfect. Don’t hide yourself from me.” “I’m not perfect,” she murmured. “I think you are.” He leaned over and kissed her skin. When he approached the birthmark, she shied away but Barshan wouldn’t let her. He kissed her birthmark and said, “It is part of you and as beautiful as you are.”

“They all had special gifts… One could speak to all animals. One could see the future. One could heal anything… And one…” I paused. “One could bring back the dead.” I sat back, shocked. “This can’t be true…” I whispered. I flipped back to the first page. “Mark of the Chosen,” I read again. “Appears only as a birthmark… not a tattoo… not a scar… only at birth.” I picked up a small mirror and looked at myself. “Not me,” I said. “No mark here.” I dropped the mirror and stared at the page again. “Why does Selene have it?” I said aloud.

Nix seemed to have passed out right after the boy was born. “You have a healthy girl and a boy. Do you wish to name them or ask Nix what she thinks?” Willow asked when she started cleaning the two. The girl had a strange mark on her lower back. The birthmark was in the shape of a wolf. The boy didn’t have any marks on his body other than a slight red spot on his neck.

“Please, I know how this sounds. I know I seem crazy. But can I ask you something?” “I’m late for an appointment.” “Just one question. Please.” I sighed, glancing at my watch. I still had ten minutes. “Fine. One question.” “Do you have a birthmark? On your left shoulder?” My blood ran cold. I did have a birthmark on my left shoulder. A distinctive one, shaped almost like a crescent moon. I’d had it my entire life. “How do you know that?” My voice came out sharp, suspicious. “Because my daughter had the exact same birthmark. In the exact same place.” The woman’s voice broke. “I only got to hold her for three hours before she was taken from me. But I remembered that birthmark. I’d know it anyw

Instead, fate had forced him to fight alone in this sterile room, tethered by a tangle of medical wires clinging to his fragile little body. I wiped away the tear sliding down my cheek, then tried to focus my gaze to study every detail of his small frame. His face was purely Samuel's own—so handsome, so resolute. As my eyes traveled down along his arm, I noticed something on the upper part of his right arm. A distinctive birthmark, curved in a perfect crescent, like a faint little sliver of moon. Seeing that special mark, a faint smile finally curved across my pale lips, carving out a small measure of joy amid the guilt that gnawed at me.

he said and gently got Nathan's arm to find a good vein at his elbow region when he sighted a mark, at his upper arm. He paused and carefully examined it, it's a birthmark, it's identical to his and Lan's and he glanced at Nathan again. Could this boy be his nephew indeed? “Did your brother have this birthmark too?” Fred asked, staring at the boy with doting eyes as his emotions were taking over his professionalism. “Yes, Nathaniel has it too and Mom hasn't stopped wondering how weird and strange the birthmark is. Have you ever met anyone with this kind of birthmark?” Nathan asked, looking up at the doctor.

she added so intently. I could see how serious the birthmark was and how it wasn't supposed to be out if that person or persons isn't related to me in some way. My hands gripped on Dina's arms, maybe too tightly as those names rang in my ears. . . Still there on the beach with Dina, I was thrown out of there and landed many many years back, at the forced birth of those pups from a cursed mother. They are mine for sure. My eyes wasn't directly there but I could see the resemblance already. Just look at those birthmarks…

I said, my face reflecting my stunned disbelief as I looked at him. He pulled my hand toward him in a swift motion, and I felt my heart thud loudly in my chest. His behavior was becoming increasingly unsettling, and it was completely out of character for him. If it were any other man, I wouldn't hesitate to... My eyes widened as I stared down at my hand. There was a small, distinctive birthmark on my knuckles. Mom had always told me that I was born with that birthmark, a unique feature that set me apart. She had emphasized to me that I came from a powerful bloodline, and the birthmark was proof of it. She had shared all of this with me when I turned seventeen.

I sobbed, the name tearing out of me. He looked exactly like him. The brow. The stubborn set of the jaw. The eyes. "He has the mark," Jinx whispered, leaning over my shoulder. She pointed to the baby’s chest. Right over his heart, faint but unmistakable, was a birthmark. It wasn't a random splotch of pigment. It was shaped like a crescent moon, bisected by a lightning bolt. "The Sky Eater," Silas murmured, crossing himself. "The prophecy."