Couch Family Crest Novels & Stories

Elliot reached for his shirt, and pulled it up, all the way to his neck. My eyes went as wide as saucers, as I gazed at the tattoo on his chest. I could recognise the insignia anywhere. It was the insignia, the crest of the royal family. They had the crest embedded on every single thing they owned. They're flags, drapes, everything. The crest was a of a woman, on top of a horse. From the textbooks I had read about the royal family, it said that the crest symbolised strength, and victory, as the royal family had remained undefeated for years.

The family crest looked like half of a tiger insignia—a small, crouched tiger without its tail. Did it command so much power, enough to make Carl ignore his beloved woman in danger? "Mr. Nathaniel, the family crest holds great importance. Madam Miranda is also aware that you have the crest." Next to Nathaniel, the old man, Ted Quill, seemed to have sensed Nathaniel's intentions.

the child said. Kael took the object. It was a medallion, tarnished but intact, approximately the size of a large coin. He wiped dirt from the surface and the design became visible. A crest. Stylized, formal, unmistakable. The Dreadmourne family crest. Kael went very still. The medallion was old. Decades old, possibly longer, based on the corrosion patterns. But it was deliberate metalwork, formal heraldry, not something that would have been dropped casually.

"Are you a billionaire?" He looked surprised, then tipped his head back and barked with laughter. She grinned as his Adam's apple bobbed and the tattoos on his neck stood out stark against his pale skin. Despite their harsh origins and the depictions of death, she loved them, particularly the rose peeking from the top of his chest. When he was shirtless, the rose extended down, across his heart, crisscrossing with the Koba family crest. Her name was written in cursive across the top of the rose, which was only partially open, its petals peeking out in delicate supplication.

“…into Rowan, and the Mahesh Mafia. And I think they're connected to the explosion that killed Aria’s mother.” The last line stopped me cold. “What does any of that have to do with…” “Look.” He turned the laptop slightly, pulling up an image. “You know this symbol?” I leaned in. On the screen was a gold family crest with a coiled serpent at its center. The words below it were in old Sanskrit. “That’s Mahesh,” Duke said. “Or more accurately, that's their family crest. They use it on their private jets, sometimes on their company seals.”

It was old, partially cracked through the middle, but clear enough. He studied it without touching it. "The outer ring," I said. "Do you recognise it?" He looked at me once, then back at the page. "It's close to the Ashwood crest. Not identical." "The outer ring matches the modern crest. The inner design is older." I leaned forward and pointed to the detail at the centre, a stylised pattern that hadn't appeared on any official Silvercrest document in fifteen years. "This belongs to a branch of the family. One that was exiled."

On the day of the celebration, banners embroidered with the Stewart family crest were hung on the interior walls of the newly renovated castle. The crest was a silver shield with bands on either side, symbolising the title of Baron, with a flying dragon above, symbolising the dragon vein and bloodline, and a long sword and staff crossed underneath, symbolising the family's production of a Knight of the Fifth Class and a Mage of the Fifth Class. At the bottom was a thorn bush, symbolising the family's battles for the kingdom. On one side of the wide square, the original parade platform had been repainted and decorated with flowers as a ceremonial platform, and on the back hung a huge banner e

As she made her way to her starting point, I was able to get a good look at her outfit, recalling what little I knew about her family. The Naveyame’s were a family of foxes whose main source of business is focused on large amounts of imported fabrics, threads and all the minor tools needed to sew and create a new dress or suit. Their family crest was a fox tail with a teal gem embedded at its center that was encircled with a vine of thorns. From what I could remember, Ovielta was the youngest out of four of the Counts children, with two older brothers and an older sister.

He crouched next to me, studying it like it carefully. “Symbol near the base,” he murmured after a second. “That’s court script.” I didn’t like that. “Meaning?” “This isn’t rogue,” he said. “It’s royal.” My stomach dropped a little. “You sure?” He nodded. “Top crest is one of the old families. Ones who only move on orders.” “Edward?” He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. I stood up and crossed my arms, trying not to show the fact that every part of me wanted to throw salt at the whole forest and set it all on fire.

I just shook my head and listened as he continued speaking. “Each family carves their family crest onto the stones of their home, its similar to how human’s number their doors, it’s how we find each other. Each member of a family has a different symbol that they are given at birth, sometimes it’s an animal or even a simple design, but everyone is different. Additions are made to the carving when people get married, move out of the home and when they die. That's your family crest.” He pointed to a large stone set above the doorway. The carving was of an intricate interlocking pattern, similar to a Celtic knot, a design that was very familiar and I found myself playing with the pendant around