Kel'el Ware Tattoos Novels & Stories

Until a tattoo began to appear from the palm of Kylie's right hand to the extent of her arm right on there right now. A tattoo shaped like a long striped constellation with blackish red color on there. Not only that, the moon tattoo which is a sign that Kylie and Arther are a mate is right now even starting to look like a change on there. The shape of the tattoo has changed to be a little bigger, and almost fills the upper chest on Kylie's body. Something that had never even happened to the werewolves and their mates that were anywhere in the Blake Light Pack right on there about right now. “AAARRRGGGHHHHH!!!!!!”

‘I suppose I’d get love handles if I didn’t have to fight so darn much. I hid a grin. ‘I like love handles.’ Keila had them and I’d always thought they were cute as heck when paired with her muscular body. She had a little bit of a belly, too, which she’d covered with a large hand-poked rose tattoo. It climbed up her side and over her back, with sharp thorns jabbing down on either one of her strong shoulders. Those thorns reminded me of a snake’s fangs. It was the perfect blend of feminine and dangerous. Bry rolled his eyes at me. ‘Me, too. But on an Alpha wolf? I wouldn’t look half so intimidating, would I?’

Why would I have a memory that didn't include sight or smell? I’m having these thoughts while lying nude on a hard bench as the queen massages Imperial Imperial oil, the same oil Ona used to heal my wounds, into my skin. It is a tradition in royal weddings that we are anointed with this oil, preparing us for joining in body and soul. Primus will be going through a similar ritual with his siblings. From here we will bake in the early morning sun, allowing its light to kiss us from head to toe, after which they will paint our bodies with runes for health, prosperity, and fertility just before they mark us with our marriage tattoos. Primus and I decided on a simple, traditional symbol, a mount

The others backed up, mumbling under their breaths. Before he could so much as check if she was hurt, pain seared the inside of his left wrist. He cursed and watched in horror as black lines formed on his skin, burning as they merged into a...trinity knot. A symbol he recognized only because of his Irish heritage and the countless Galloway Wiccan documents he'd examined through the years. Slightly larger than a quarter, it branded him like a tattoo. Kaida cried out, grabbing her arm as the same pattern emerged in the same spot on her inner wrist. Breaths soughing, she sat up and glanced from the mark, to him, and back again. "Oh God. Did I...do that?"

It's only after a deep velvety voice caresses my ear canals, that I open my eyes I comprehend that I haven’t hit the ground. I become increasingly aware of the warmth of huge muscular hands around my waist just below my breast. The smooth velvety warm caramel skin clung to seductive massive curves of muscle, trailing up to broad full shoulders Outlined in what appeared to be intricate golden tattoo ink in hieroglyphic patterns some I recognized like the Ankh the Egyptian representation of life on his rose gold armored gauntlets, others were completely unrecognizable to me with their intricate curves.

“Beta! Over here!” He turned sharply, jogging to where she knelt beside the stream. She pointed to a pendant half-buried in the mud, silver, old, etched with two symbols intertwined. Kellan lifted it, wiping the dirt away. Recognition hit him like a cold wave. Velise’s crest. Tessa had it. He closed his hand around it, jaw locking. “She’s not just running from us,” he said softly. “She’s walking through Velise’s steps.” Tara looked up at him, eyes wide. “Why would she…”

Selene’s brain short-circuited for a second. Okay, listen. She was only human (mostly). And Dorian Veyrath was built like some kind of ancient war god who’d been carved from marble and bad decisions. His chest was all hard planes and defined muscle, marked with scars that told stories she didn’t want to know. But it was the tattoos that caught her attention thick black lines that wrapped around his ribs and shoulders, forming patterns that looked almost like… chains. “Those aren’t decorative,” Kira said, following her gaze. “They’re binding marks. Every Veyrath heir gets them when they come of age. They’re supposed to help control the beast.” She paused. “They don’t work very well.”

Eventually my brother also got dragged into the conversation and blamed for the tattoo just as he had been blamed for the first one. Speaking of my beautiful little brother I glanced down the other end of the bar where Mark was talking to Mitch and a couple of his biker buddies and stared at his right arm where the other half of my money had gone. Like mine Mark's tattoo covered his arm from shoulder to elbow and was an evil version of the great god Pan. This wasn't the silly looking Greek Pan, this was the original Celtic version complete with horns, hooves, red glaring eyes and a long horn that called to all the lost souls. Between the size, the colors and of course Mark's extremely well m

The ancient magic they had awakened was restless, unpredictable, and it demanded a price. Elara’s gaze flickered to the glowing tattoo on her wrist—the mark that had bound her to this destiny since childhood. It pulsed faintly, a steady rhythm that matched her heartbeat. “This mark… it’s more than a symbol. It’s a reminder of the legacy we inherit and the sacrifice it demands.” Kael traced the tattoo gently with his thumb. “And we’ll write the ending. Together.” For a long moment, they simply stood there—two souls entwined by a vow that was both a promise and a challenge. Outside, the storm finally broke, rain cascading against the windows like a symphony of fate.

Indigenous. “You got all of these for me on such short notice?” I pick out a cream set. The necklace bears a pendant shaped like an elephant’s husk. The earrings are also shaped like husks. It’s so smooth and shiny. It’s got to be the real thing. “Actually,” Helen is saying. “I know a bunch of talented designers in the werewolf packs in Kenya and South Africa. I reached out to them a couple of weeks ago, to get the sets ready.”