Couch Family Crest Novels & Stories

On its surface is a medieval representation of a dragon, its wings inlaid with mother of pearl, and its eyes are tiny sapphires. “I was given this medallion when I came of age,” I explain. “It is an antique, and it has been passed down in my family for generations.” I pause, looking into her eyes so that she understands how important this is for me. “The symbol on the front is my family crest. It is intended to be given to my future wife.” Her breath catches. “Wife?” “Yes.” I look away, my own heart racing, ready to leap into the bay. “Please. Say you will accept it.”

ELIZA’S POV The sun filtered through the leaves as I led them through the path that opened to the estate's central courtyard. My voice was steady even though I was still angry at Isabella’s words. But I refused to let her throw me off. Not now. "This crest here," I said, pointing toward carving on the archway above us, "dates back to the Second Era. You’ll notice the intertwined serpent and flame motif. It was often used by noble families who had ties to both the Elemental and Shadow clans. But what’s most fascinating is that this specific design only appears in a handful of manuscripts. One in particular—the Fourth Edition of The Northern Chronicle."

The carriage rolled to a deliberate stop in front of the grand estate, its lacquered black frame gleaming faintly beneath the fading light. The crest of the Velmour family—two wolves entwined around a blood-red rose—was etched in silver across its door, a sigil that announced influence before the passenger ever emerged. The coachman descended swiftly, his gloves pristine, his manner crisp with the rigid training demanded of one who served such a house. With a deft motion, he opened the door, and a polished black boot stepped down onto the gravel drive.

“You even visited a guild? Thank you very much, Sir Elysian. I will reimburse the fee.” “No need, Your Highness. You really don't have to do that. It's just ... great to be able to help you." The two of them moved to the table that had been set up by Merri with various snacks on it. Fuschia looked excited, so did Elysian. “I'm more curious about what you found when you visited the information guild. Could you tell me that in advance, Sir Elysian?” “Of course, Your Highness.” Elysian opened a book with a sky blue cover. On it was the crest of two silver-crossed phoenixes. Coat of arms of the Mountravven family. Fuschia's maternal family.

As he and Rayne threaded their way passed thick foliage into the clearing that had once been the Palace's great courtyard, he slipped back in time to see the breath-taking vision it had once been. They halted by a crumbling wall that was now at mere ankle height, however his mind's eye saw the gracefully curving crescent moon construction that had been three feet high and made of the palest limestone. In a hushed voice he spoke, bringing to life an era long passed to his silent mate. "The crescent moon was our family's crest. All who saw it knew it signified the Royal House of Ardweni, our great grandmother, and the first of the Vampire Queens. It was the symbol of all that was right in our

Now that one of them is staring right back at me, I can't help but question if this is something from my missing memories. But this is the first time I've been to this house. And the crest I see in my nightmares is the same, same design, just smaller and darker. "Camille?" I steady my thoughts and look back at Ehlga. Maybe I could ask her about the crest. "Ehlga, that crest over there." I point to it. "Can you tell me about it?" "Of course. It's one of the Butyrskaya family crests." "Butyrskaya?" I don't know anybody by that name and I've never heard of them either. "Were they part of the Knights?"

Rose questioned a small question and the woman unexpectedly nodded her head in answer. "For certain. That carriage is rare to see on a normal village but it is not rare for us to see that carriage. It belongs to the Lexington's family," answered the elder woman who appeared to know much about the family based on the carriage itself. "Did you see the white rose on the crest on the carriage's door. That is their family's crest." "I see," Rose hummed but her curiosity was once piqued. "What kind of family are they? Are they Nobles?"

There were so many of them it was enough to cover the whole desk. She was already used to this. All she had to do was open a letter, read through its contents and classify it by topic. While she was doing this, a letter with a family crest that looked oddly familiar caught her attention. In the middle of the enveloped there were two lions fighting each other. There was also a red wax seal with the shape of a swan. “…Princess of Coulson?” From what she could tell, this letter definitely came from Coulson’s Royal Family; more specifically speaking, from their Princess. It was suspicious that a letter from a foreign Royal Family was mixed among the other letters, since these were usually delive

The right hand clears his throat a few times before the people take notice and once, they see him and his family side by side their voice fades out. “Our fire lord has given us, his people, thanks for showing your proper respect on this, the occasion of his daughter becoming a woman.” Felix sounds like he has been trained by the king himself to make public speeches and to speak on the behalf of his fellow mankind. The three of them bow out of respect and the mother makes her way over to the right table, the front right one that is empty and is they’re for the right hand’s house and family. The little girl follows her mother in the same footsteps and ventures to her side. The woman helps her

The Renaud Family crest. Beneath the crest, in small text: The trial was only the beginning.