Kel'el Ware Tattoos Novels & Stories

She asked, gazing at me in contempt. “She's not a stray, Selene. We have a bond." Kael replied. I was lost. I had no idea what that meant. Selene gasped and stepped back, “That's not possible." She suddenly grabbed my hands and pulled up my sleeves before I could react. Right there was a tattoo on my wrist, something I'd never seen before. “The half moon bond." She breathed. Kael showed his own tattoo, the same mark now on his wrist too. "I've found my mate.”

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.

After that, he took a pill and then a bottle of medicine. He turned around and began to apply the treatment to his wounds. Clearly, he did not trust Darryl yet. 'Wait!' Darryl noticed a maroon color Wolfire totem tattoo on Kye's upper right arm despite the dim lighting. The tattoo method appeared to be quite unique. 'A Wolfire tattoo?' He was stunned. After spending a long time with the barbarians, he learned that male barbarians would tattoo the Wolfire on their arms to show their loyalty to the barbarians once they reached adulthood.

Kelsey, Kelvin, and Keira stood proudly beside their mother, forming a perfect line of strength and unity. Keira wore a flowing white robe that shimmered like moonlight, her long hair braided intricately with delicate lavender strands and tiny silver crystals that sparkled with every breath of wind. She looked every bit Luna's daughter, graceful, calm, and radiant. Kelvin and Kelsey, dressed in ceremonial wolf-hide tunics stitched with ancient runes, stood tall on either side of her. Their outfits were a deep ash gray, trimmed with white fur along the shoulders, a mark of royal blood and warrior lineage. Around their necks hung twin pendants bearing the Alpha's crest, proof that they were tr

*Aranelda* I walked the room, slowly, looking at each weapon upon the wall. Each one had the mark of a Deity on them. Some Greek, some Roman, others Egyptian. There were even marks of the Orisha and Celtic Deities. I wondered if this was the training place of all the Gods and Goddesses. It would seem unbelievable that they would be able to coexist in such a space without feeling the need to battle for superiority. I jumped a bit as Helios laughed a bit. It was still very odd to hear others in my head and identify them as something other than imaginary beings or creations of insanity.

Not until I know you're safe. Mark me? The thought terrified and thrilled me. Elara cleared her throat, breaking the moment. 'Alpha, the moon's rising. Let me finish.' She guided me to roll up my sleeve, exposing my wrist. There, faded under the torchlight, was a tattoo I'd forgotten—a swirling sigil from my childhood, something my mom said was just a 'family mark.' But as the light hit it, it glowed faintly, pulsing like a heartbeat. Elara's eyes widened. 'By the moon... that's an ancient omega sigil. From the old bloodlines.' She traced it gently, her touch sending a jolt through me. 'How did a human have this?'

I’ll never be able to drink tequila again without thinking of him, that’s for sure. I see Erik still watching me. I hand him his shirts. “Five black belts? That’s incredible. All this time you never mentioned it.” “That was a long time ago, I’m not that person anymore.” I can’t help but ogle him and he catches me checking out his Nordic styled tattoos. There’s a chariot on each pec, one pulling the sun, one pulling the moon, each being chased by a wolf. “This is Sköll,” he points to one of the wolves, “and this one Hati. They chase the sun and moon.”

Jericho smacked her hands off his coat. “I'm in my crazy– women - celibate era, come back in two years and then you might have a chance,” “Making a girl wait,” she took off the top button of her top, showing off some skin that caught Jericho's attention. “Ahhh, you do like what you see,” “Kaleb!” I called out, ending in whatever moment was going on between them. “A word,” “A moment,” he dismissed his company. As they walked out, I noticed the tattoo on one of them. It was similar to the one Khang's Savager had on her wrist when she brought in Ash.

" But Kael remained motionless. A pack guard stepped forward. Kael struggled briefly, but the guard pushed his sleeve up. On his wrist, there was nothing visible under normal light. But when Elder Vale held up a softly glowing Truthstone to Kael's wrist, the dark-magic branded letter "S" appeared starkly in its light. It was a private and hidden mark, one that only revealed itself under the power of the Moon Goddess. Gasps rippled through the hall. Kael sank back into his seat with his shoulder slumped and head lowered.

The pup would have to inherit his dominant alpha genes, or my soft nature would only get the little one torn apart by the rival packs. Returning to his private den with Tade, Kael sits at his heavy stone desk, trying to distract his roaring wolf by reviewing the covenant terms for the custom ceremonial garb I am to wear. The standard lace designs from the high trading houses are too weak; he has decided to draft the protective leather and silver mesh alignments himself. "Alpha Adebayo," Tade says, checking the digital chronometer on the wall. "Should you rest?" Kael stops his pen, his hand freezing as a sharp, agonizing heat flares through his lower limbs.