Kel'el Ware Tattoos Novels & Stories

Then it glows in golden color and disappears from our eyes. "Yes, she is the witch, the moon goddess was talking about," Kelvin said nodding his head at us. "And what made you say that?" I ask him. "The tattoo she shows us is the tattoo the spiritual moon coven switches carried on their arms, no one but only they can see it on each other arms when it has disappeared, we can only see it when they want us to see it," Kelvin said to me and I nodded my head at them. "I want you to tell your mate to pack her things, I am taking her with me so that I can train her and protect her from the danger that is lingering around this world," the witch said with a blank expression.

From change. Kael stands near the window, shirtless, facing the ash-lit horizon. His back is lined with sigils, black-red, carved not by knife, not by spell, but grown from beneath the skin. Living script, coiling like veins or vines. Symbols that hum in resonance with something far, far below. His hair is streaked silver at the temples. His shoulders are heavier. His presence larger. Like he’s part of the stone now. Part of the mountain. He turns at her footsteps.

Her poems were taught to children, sung at gatherings, carved into the manor’s walls. ‎Elara brought herbs and salves, though we needed little. Her light was dimmer now, but her touch still eased the ache in my joints. She spoke of her students, of the young healers who carried her methods to distant packs, of the way the light had changed with time—gentler, more forgiving, as if it had learned from us to meet people where they were, not where we wished them to be. ‎ ‎Kael arrived in a flurry of snow, his cloak white with it, his eyes bright despite the years. He had come from the far north, from ruins older than the eclipse, bringing a small carving—a wolf and an alpha, hands clasped, carve

The same man then turned his eyes upon Elaine and I. “Are the rumours true?” he announced, not exactly directing his question to us specifically, “You have come from Luna Eclipse?” he asked eyeing Elaine curiously. The tattoo on her chin would be a dead giveaway. At least to the Weres that are familiar with the history and the stories. Luna Eclipse wasn't always in New Zealand, they have moved all over the country through the centuries. But tattooing or marking the higher ranked pack members has been a long held custom. Elaine took a deep breath and released it slowly, seemingly frustrated. She stood and placed her hands on the tabletop in front of her. A wave of her aura swept through the r

Between their wrists, the delicate silver thread of the binding ceremony caught the sharp, watery rays of the dawn, pulsing with a faint, defensive luminescence. Yet, beneath her heavy ceremonial vestments, Elara’s body remained a prison of visceral reminders. She was hyper-aware of the fading, sticky residue of Kaelen’s territorial violation still clinging to her inner thighs—a persistent, degrading brand that refused to wash away. Beneath her silk sleeves, the faint, purplish contortions of his finger-marks marred her pale skin, matching the psychological images that replayed behind her eyelids like a sickening, endless loop.

“You have no…” Suddenly, the silver pendant beneath Kaelen's shirt began to burn hot. Kaelen looked down as a bright silver light pulsed from his chest. The ancient symbol carved into the metal was glowing like a miniature star. BOOM! The entire mountain shook violently. Warriors stumbled backward, gripping their weapons. The Sanctum erupted in blinding silver light. Ancient markings that had been buried beneath centuries of dust flared to life across the stone walls, racing toward the arched entrance. Kaelen stared as his pendant grew hotter against his palm. The glowing lines met at the center of the arch, joining together to form a crest—a royal mark every elder on the continent recognize

“You can’t find real secrets on the surface. It’s like fishing. If you want the good stuff, you go deeper.” Celeste tilted her head. “That bracelet symbol, what are you typing?” “Phoenix. With a sapphire eye. And... ornamental border design. It’s unique.” He paused, narrowing his search. “I’m cross-referencing ancient guild seals, hidden clan insignias, and...”

"Pack tattoos, brands, anything." Silas didn't hesitate. He took his hunting knife and slit the intruder’s left sleeve from cuff to collar in one sharp, upward pull. The fabric parted, revealing a forearm scarred by burns and blade-nicks, but near the inside crook of his elbow, the skin was raised in thick, keloid ridges. Silas tore back the man's sleeve, and beneath it, faint but unmistakable, was a scar in the shape of a broken claw. The mark was ancient. The skin had been burned twice to ensure the jagged fracture across the center of the three-talon design remained raised, pale against his weathered skin.

A massive tattoo stretched across his back, dark, swirling lines that formed a wolf’s head surrounded by a crescent moon. Kieran stood at the counter, chopping vegetables with the precision of a surgeon. His long red hair fell over his shoulders in loose waves, and his tattoo was just as beautiful as Kai’s: a roaring dragon with flames curling down his spine, its tail disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. Kylan, of course, was leaning against the fridge with a smirk that could melt steel. His tattoo was a constellation of stars and a running wolf, the design wrapping around his ribs and down his left side.

They were in the middle of the Joshua Tree National Park and their favorite place to run free. Celeste’s eyes wandered over to the man with traditional black ink tattoos covering his body. When he came into his prime, the marks were placed around both biceps. By the time he was cast out of the pride, his arms and torso were completely covered. Slowly, he was covering the traditional marks of his Pride with tattoos that he chose. The marks that had traced his lineage back to the original pride of saber werecats, were now under roses and paw prints. Even the Marine Corps werewolf pack crest graced his upper left bicep.