Kel'el Ware Tattoos Novels & Stories

"He told me they weren't there to kill me. And he had this mark." Selene’s brow furrowed. "Like a scar?" "No, a tattoo," I said, shaking my head. "Black ink. It was a wolf’s head with a circle and a triangle around it." Selene pressed a finger to her lip, her frown deepening. "When we get to the Anatolikos packhouse, can you draw it for me?" "I think so." I reached up, my fingers brushing the metal pendant at the base of my neck. The tattoo looked almost exactly like the second charm on my necklace, just with a wolf added.

Waiting. ​Tucked securely into his leather belt was a small silver signet ring, etched deep with an inverted black crescent. ​The same symbol Kael was holding in his war room. ​The same symbol Tanya had stared at in secret. ​And the same shadow that had been silently stretching across our world... long before any of us realized the war had already begun.

Elio asks. Because elves aren’t shifters and aren’t comfortable with nudity like shifters are, I’ve only seen a bit of Elio’s mark on her. When Keya wears v-neck tops or dresses, his ruby scales glitter on the center of her chest, which makes me believe that his body covers the entirety of Keya’s chest. “I can’t imagine that it’s not a possessive mark, Keya,” Kenna says. Elio smiles smugly, wrapping his arms around his mate and tucking his face beside her, looking at Kenna. He grins that same mischievous grin that Kenna has.

Some of them knew it was wrong but none of them said a word. The next weekend he dragged her out to a rooftop gathering with his crew. Elara wore a low-cut black dress he had picked out. The neckline plunged almost to her navel, the tattoo on full display every time she moved. Kai kept an arm around her waist, fingers brushing possessively over the inked skin. “Check this out,” he announced loudly, pulling the fabric aside so his friends could see. “My name on her tit. Looks good, right? She got it for me as a wedding gift.”

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

Juliet and I turn to see who she’s looking at. The world around me shifts, and my body heats at the sight that greets us. Kell and Carrick stroll down the hallway, unaware of the gaping stares that follow their every move. Carrick is wearing a jean button-down shirt and black jeans with shiny black boots, and Kell is wearing a fitted black Henley, dark blue jeans, and black all-stars. From a distance, you can see the tattoo on his strong chorded neck and the shadow of another tattoo on his chest. He’s wearing a silver chain with a talisman around his neck. The talisman looks like wings inside a circle. As he moves closer, my mouth dries, and my heart speeds up with excitement.

She was so tight, so wet, always ready for me. I reached out and ran my hand over her delicate face. The tattoo on her forehead was so unique and beautiful that it looked like a tiara. If we had a daughter, she would have the same tattoo on her forehead. Then, she would also have a back tattoo of our pack. I wondered what it would look like. Kaya had a Crescent Moon Pack tattoo on her back. Two long lines ran up her spine, and at the top was a Crescent moon. What would be ours? We didn't have a sign for our pack.

Paul added, obviously uncomfortable with the tears. I covered my whole face as I hunched over slightly, sobbing into them. A sign of an elite warrior, one that had been trained and passed their tests, was a tattoo. It spread from shoulder, across the back and to the other shoulder. Each one was slightly different, tailored to the warrior but within a pack, there was always a specific design. It meant the world to me that they would gift me this. “Skylar.” Someone took my hands and held them. Carl was on one knee in front of me. He was smiling as reached up and brushed tears from my cheek.

Keely hip-checked Indy and whispered, “So now that Domini is officially a McKay, let’s figure out where you’re gonna tattoo her.” “What? I have to get a tattoo?” “Ssh. India has tattooed all the women who’ve married into the McKay family with the McKay cattle brand. It’s something we started with AJ.” Keely grinned. “Since we didn’t throw a bachelorette party before AJ’s wedding, we had a private tattoo party afterward at Indy’s new studio. Channing and Macie’s brands are ‘tramp stamps’ on their lower backs. Mine is on my hip. Indy did hers on the inside of her left thigh last year. Skylar’s is on her shoulder.

Xander snarls, rejecting her explanation, too angry to see beyond it. “The Order of Three, but those that know about it call it the order.” She unzips her jacket, and her friends match her movements, moving in unison. Together, they pull their collar away from their necks, revealing a tattoo where a mate mark should sit. A triple moon is etched into the skin with black ink. The center moon has a key and arrow crossed with a paw sitting in the center, holding the components in place.