Novel & Cerita Couch Family Crest

“Now our focus is The Council.” “Why are they using the golden lion emblem like your family’s, Mav?” Mavric’s expression grew serious. “That’s the ancient Thorne family crest, used only by the main bloodline.” “It means someone in my family someone very powerful is leading The Council.” Liora remembered her mother’s warning about Beatrice Thorne. She didn’t want to spoil this sweet moment with suspicion toward her mother-in-law, but she knew she had to be vigilant. “No matter what happens,” Liora squeezed Mavric’s hand.

It was an unfamiliar crest that made her frown. She questioned, “What kind of crest is this?” Miles bit his lower lip, “From the looks of it, it is a scorpion crest. Back then, there was this famous family scorpion crest that was known for the quality of their blacksmith. However, one night, their residence was burnt and nothing and no one was left,” he looked at the crest again, “I don’t know why the same crest appeared again.” Lixien held the crest and hid it in her spatial ring. She inquired seriously, “Did you find it in the slums?”

She’s wearing a scarf and her face is covered with red vale revealing her eyes with only black colors. “State your concern, lady.” I gathered my hair using my right hand and turned sideways to show her the family emblem tattooed on the side of my nape. The Ahvaz family symbol has the sign of a full moon with the face of the wolf, a number of ten stars surround the moon. “We’re here to pick Louisa Ahvaz’s potion orders.”

Martha uttered. I looked at her. She stretched her arms revealing a symbol that was inked on her skin. It was two crescent moons forming an unconnected circle. One was smaller while the other one was bigger, as if it was swallowing the smaller one, and in the middle of it was a claw mark. “This mark came from the Shadow Fang crest. It was a crescent moon. The pendant of the necklace you’re wearing,” I held the pendant that hangs on my neck. “So you’re saying that the family crest of the culprit was a dagger?” I stared at Andrea’s drawing. “Or a crown?”

“Okay, I’m in. Gotta go.” An odd thought just occurred to him. Was the find in Mexico the same bowl his parents had locked up? He flipped the painting and plugged the code into the hidden safe. The bowl was still there. The money, the guns, the genealogy also. He opened it up and took another look. Once again, the size of his family surprised him. But this time he focused on the top of the chart. Most the family seemed to emerge from 13th Century family with Jerome St. Fond as its patriarch. A man who sired thirteen children. Apparently, the name had originally been de St. Fond and changed sometime in the 17th Century. Penciled in just above that, with a connecting line, was the name St. Fon

I stop in front of one with a black curtain over it “Why is this one covered?” Andrea purses her lips. Then gestures to the two other maids with us. Silently, they take off the curtain, and it flutters away from the portrait. I suck in a sharp breath. I know that family crest of two silver wolves and a sword. The Sigmond family tree is long and its branches wide spread. Each individual’s name is placed in a small box, and then crossed out with bright red paint that resembles the color of blood. My eyes swim over the sea of red crosses and come to rest on the very bottom, where a single box remains clean.

And there, among dozens of symbols, was the one she'd seen on Isabella's back. The Crest Family Crest: Three interlocking triangles representing Power, Loyalty, and Legacy. The script woven through reads "Sanguis Vincit" - Blood Conquers. Ava stared at the screen, her blood running cold. Isabella had the Crest family symbol tattooed on her back. The same family whose son Roman had put in prison. The same family with alleged ties to organized crime. And she'd just hired Isabella to work at their home. To have access to their property. To be around Ava and Ethan every day.

“This is the cradle of the heir to the title.I think. You can see it in many of the portraits in our grand gallery. See the coat of arms on the back?” Eden leaned over to look at the back of the corolla. The engraving in the round could be easily deciphered: a hawk, which, a rarity in heraldry, had its head to the front and held an arrow in its talons. The noble bird was surmounted by a cartouche reading: "I hold that which is mine.” “I'll ask them to take him down and oil the wood a bit," Eden murmured. “If it's a boy, he'll sleep in it. Naturally, if it's a girl, that won't be possible.” Ian replied. He seemed intent on tradition.

She snuck across the chilly floor and cursed the loud sound of her bare feet peeling off the polished concrete. The door was solid steel with the family crest carved into it, and she anchored her attention on it. Minnow had been taught the history behind the family fleur-de-lis since she was a child. Her fingers trailed over the familiar design. The shape of the crest was a full moon with the outline of a waxing crescent. She was told the moon was said to have the same sovereignty by night that the sun had by day. The waxing crescent reflected the new moon, showing the family were always ready to go forth with new light and added energy.

She pressed the button for the fifteenth floor, but I’m still not sure why she has that. “How come you have the crest of our family?” I inquired as I felt the elevator moving. Our family crest consists of a full moon and a bow and arrow, both of which signify hunting. It was simple, yet the intricate designs made it appear outstanding. Furthermore, Cadwell’s crest was exclusively granted to family members, not ‘outsiders’. ‘But why does she own one?’ I looked at her; although she is youthful and beautiful, it is not feasible that she is one of Grandpa’s children. This is one of the drawbacks of being immortal: you never know their true age. She appears to be about my age, but I’m certain we