Crest Of Kindness Novels & Stories

Alpha Caleb smiled, his eyes sparkling with pride. "My beloved children," he began, his voice brimming with emotion, "today, I present to you a symbol of your growth, resilience, and dedication. Inside this box lies the ancient crown, a symbol of authority and leadership that has been passed down through generations." Ethan and Ava exchanged glances, their hearts filled with a mixture of gratitude and awe. They approached the box, their hands trembling slightly as they lifted the lid. Nestled within was a magnificent crown, adorned with intricately carved symbols representing unity, strength, and wisdom.

This startled Nicole, who asked, "What's the matter? Are you scared?" She could feel Zeke's fear. 'Yes, I've learned about what the crest means. It's normal for him to be anxious and fearful. However, to be an owner of this crest also means possessing power beyond measure. Only five individuals in the world get to possess such power. Furthermore, I've heard that the fifth owner of the crest in this century hasn't appeared yet. Perhaps someone had hidden it, or perhaps, nobody has cracked and gotten it yet. Who knows?' she thought.

I inquired, and he moved closer to me. "The golden crest is the pack's symbol, anyone who has it and shows it to the army will undoubtedly have control over them," he continues, and I agree. "And where is the crest?" I inquired. "Somewhere only I know," he said, and I suddenly kissed him, which took him by surprise “Do you mind if I spend the night with you?”I inquired

She forwarded her hand and he grabbed it quickly which made her chuckle. "Let's start again." She told him. He just hugged her and now he was happy that he had got what he had been wanting. His family. "I love you Natasha and I love you too Scarlett." He whispered and kissed their head. "We love you too." She replied Scarlett just yawned and again put her head on his chest, cuddling to him. They chuckled and went toward their destination where no one could separate them again. Where no Cruel Destiny exists. The End

"How dare those wretched humans have ill intentions toward you?" Gideon stepped forward and began to unfasten the armor on his chest. "Wait, what are you doing?" I cried, trying to stop him. "This is the royal crest I have guarded for a thousand years." He removed an ancient emblem carved with a shield and two swords. "The 'Knight's Heart'. It represents absolute courage and justice." He knelt on one knee and presented the crest to me respectfully. "Please accept it, my princess. Let it stand guard by your side in my place."

A circle of wax, deep red. Pressed into it, an image: a crown above three claw marks. A royal crest. “They told you to go after packs loyal to Kael,” I said, the pieces slotting together with a sickening click. “To attack those who stood with him. To leave others alone.” Another nod. Each one seemed to hurt him. *Names,* he thought. *Places. Don’t touch the ones near the river. Don’t touch—*

I looked at the original intention. At the Alpha who had come over the northeast horizon with thirty wolves in formation and had stood with Damien on the pre-settlement ground and had been the first consequence of the completion. The Alpha who had felt the foundation change and had come looking for what caused it. Coming here now. With my daughter. “Why is Crest driving you,” I said. Another pause. “Because he felt the witnessing call,” she said. “Through the foundation. The same way Sera felt it.” She paused. “Mum, Crest is the second witness.”

Someone had looked at a small girl, decided her strength was too dangerous to leave in her, and locked it away, and let her grow up grateful for the cage. Grief and rage rose in me together, so knotted I could not pull one from the other. Then the lamp shifted, and the light caught the mark at a new angle, and I saw the thing worked into the curve of the scar. Small. Deliberate. Pressed into me on purpose. A crest. Two crossed spears over a crescent moon. I knew that crest. I had polished silver stamped with it a hundred times in the great house at Silvercrest. I had poured wine under it at feast after feast, unseen, a servant no one bothered to thank.

The punch-in records were there as well. Amy was left speechless, then she tried to change the argument. "That’s because you set the work hours too early." I smiled. "Our working hours are the same as other companies. And didn’t you report us, claiming that our work schedule was chaotic? So this is basically self-inflicted." "I thought they were seriously wronged. Turns out it was a classic case of kindness breeding betrayal." "This boss is way too decent. He even gave subsidies. Where do you find a boss like that?"

Before I knew it, we are both naked with him positioning between my legs. “Remember when you touched me?” he whispered on my ear. I nodded. “I’m returning the favor, love.” We made love. We have been through all those tough times and the fact that we’ve been through it means something. Being a half human doesn’t make me any less of a hero. Just because you seem powerless doesn’t mean you can’t do great things. I, myself, am an example. We work, we save, we rejoice. At the end of the day, we saved the Crimson Crest.