Kel'el Ware Tattoos Novels & Stories

“The raiders always look like this when they come to our shores. Someone will get fearful that Thaelen has come to steal them away and will come at him with an axe.” Thaelen angled the piece of polished bronze to see his reflection. Delwyn did not have Gera or Sigrid’s touch with the beads and had not woven them in evenly, however, with the familiar lines, and the hand tooled beads against the gold of his hair… He felt more like himself than he had for years. Besafora knelt before Thaelen and used the stylus to paint on the back of his hand from the paste in the bowl. “These are sacred symbols,” she told Ettel as she etched them onto Thaelen’s skin. “For protection and luck.”

All of them had a silver hue, yet it was clear that they were not crafted from actual silver. One had a small ruby, another had elegant cursive inscriptions, and another had delicate floral etchings. I couldn't help but admire the intricate artwork that adorned his arm, from his fingers all the way up to his wrist. "What is the significance of this?" I gently ran my fingers over one of the intricate tattoos on his arm. The elegant script, adorned with delicate vines, roses, and lotus flowers, intrigued me, even though I couldn't decipher the Greek letters.

(Qekin Rivgog) Both of them were sharing their thoughts on what would be their next interest. For Lobelia Mudswan, she is born of the Mudswan Tribe, a historical, long linage and well known tribe of grand master craftsmen and craftswomen, which lives circle on the interest of mastering the arts of crafting. And for her, seeing the unique designed of Aeternum body armor has greatly inspired her and sparks her passion and interest on Aeternum armor. Despite Qekin remarks, Lobelia still have her eyes glued on the tactical vest, as if she was entrance by it.

"Open it and see." Inside were a pair of simple yet exquisite bracelets. The men's bracelet was made of dark gray leather, with a silver metal clasp embossed with wave patterns. Engraved on it were the letters 'KF&SE' with a heart in between, and three tiny crushed diamonds adorned the knot. They had seen them earlier today at a brand store in the ski resort. She had only taken a second glance, but thought they were a bit childish, and figured Killian wouldn't wear something like that, so she had moved on. She hadn't expected him to actually buy them.

What he was going to do was utter madness. Kelz already stood on Titan's rail, shoulders as broad as they were intimidating against the horizon. Muscular and powerful, dark-complexioned with troubled, pale blue eyes, he looked every inch the dangerous man Darcy had stood watch with through so many perilous missions. Kelz was the kind of man who did not let loose ends dangle.