Kel'el Ware Tattoos Novels & Stories

Tall, cracked by a single vertical line. “Once awakened, it cannot be undone,” said Alex. Kaelen took Amelia's hand. Meanwhile, Elara stood on the other side, her palm touching the cold stone. The crack pulsed slowly. “Ready?” asked Elara. Amelia nodded. “For my child.” Kaelen looked at the symbol of three lines on his wrist that had appeared without him realizing it. “For my clan.” Elara closed her eyes. “For the world.” Kaelen stared at the three-line symbol on his wrist that appeared without him realizing it. “For my clan.”

“I got it a while ago when we were at the mall last and picked the charms out myself.” I pulled out a thick braided leather bracelet, for a man, it had three metal charms hanging from it, three wolf heads to be exact. black, silver, and dark brown. Representing the three of us, it was perfect. A lump formed in my throat. She then handed me another bag, smiling “This is from me and Kel.”

“There might be more in here we can use. Writings, maps—anything my mother left behind.” Elara moved towards the edge of the chamber, her fingers brushing along the old starmaps carved into the dome. “These constellations—they don’t match the ones we know. They’re older. This whole place is… older than we thought.” I tucked the blade into a sheath Killian handed me—already expecting I’d take it, apparently—and stepped up beside her. “Do they mean anything to you?” She nodded slowly, then paused. “Only one. That one.” She pointed to a crescent moon nestled inside a broken ring of stars. “It’s the sigil of the Sealed God.”

Blair made an attentive face as she smiled which made Jade smile, too. "What is this shit? I told you to take clients from today..." as Blaze walked in the tattoo bar, she scolded the workers seeing the empty bar. "Nobody comes in the day, Blaze," said one of the workers when she replied, "I don't care, people will come." "Make me a tattoo..." she said removing the jacket and then her shirt. She was getting a tattoo on her chest, right above her right breast, with the letter 'B' on it.

They were healers of a different kind, mending the tiny, invisible scars left by the Grey’s long shadow. Elara, with her sharp mind, worked with Kaelen the potter. She found she had a talent not for shaping clay, but for designing the kilns, for understanding the flow of heat and air. She used the cold, precise logic of her Citadel training and warmed it with her new purpose, creating kilns that fired pottery with more vibrant, lasting colors. It was her way of weaving a little of her old self into the new song.

Even with the stress and exhaustion, he's built like a warrior—all muscle and power and controlled strength. Elder Thorne examines him carefully, muttering detection spells. Finally, at the base of Kade's skull, hidden by his hairline, Elder Thorne finds something. "There," he says. "Do you see it?" I move closer and see what he's pointing at—a tiny symbol, almost invisible, that looks like it was drawn with black ink. But when I look more carefully, I realize it's not ink. It's under the skin, like a magical tattoo. "What is it?" Kade asks.

Elara's fingers tightened around the edge of the page. "I've seen that before." Kael's voice was quiet. "Where?" "My father's signet ring." She looked at him sharply. "Your father's?" He nodded. "It was carved into the underside." "Underside?" "It couldn't be seen while the ring was being worn. You had to remove it to notice." Elara studied the symbol. "The same one?" "Exactly the same." Silence stretched between them. Elara pointed to the page. "Did your father ever explain it?"

I took a silver purse and placed my phone and other things I'd need in it. At exactly 7:45 Kel knocked on the door, I sighed before going over to the door. Kel stood in front of me looking handsome as ever. He was dressed in a tight long sleeves black shirt, trousers and shoes. He was holding a black jacket and a massive black wristwatch on his wrist. His hair was pulled back, he looked like he was modelling. "If you're done checking me out we have to leave." he coldly said "I wasn't checking you out, just wondering why we both are wearing black."

Kayleigh lifts her chin as everyone remains silent after her spiel. “Fuck you. You can all go to hell.” A shadow of embarrassment passes across Kinsley’s face. She didn’t waste any time and immediately walks out of the apartment. “You never cease to amaze me, Kayles.” Gisella cups her mouth as she giggles. The luck of the Irish. I knew the Claddagh symbol was the right choice of tattoo. No one knows where and what my tattoo is except me, Kayleigh, and the elder who tattooed it on me.

He turned slightly, exposing his back and ribs, and pointed before taking my hand and placing it. Faint slits lined each side of his torso, almost undetectable unless you looked for them. Kairos's skin was covered in faint tattoo-like patterns that did not appear to be ink. When exposed to light, they shimmered subtly. Some were symbols, others resembled a flowing script that I could not decipher, and his gills were hidden beneath them.