Cullen Crest Novels & Stories

Said one of the villagers. "The name will be decided by my queen." Young Cresta thought for a while. Finally she called the area "Carloreal", after her father's name: "Carlo Kingsley". "Come, sweetheart, we should now move on to my next memory," said Cresta the spirit. "Where shall we go now?" "A year after I became Queen of Carloreal." One year later. Cresta was watering the roses in her palace garden. Adrianne loved roses, he had already chosen the rose as his house crest and "Sweet but strong wildflower" as his house motto.

the black witch continued. “Rylan Crest shall not be banished, but he shall be excluded from the life of his wife and daughter. He will not lay claims to the child her mother marries later... the new husband shall take the child as his. And by name, she shall never carry the Crest name.” That was judgment. The Crest lineage may continue by blood, but not by name... or recognition.

It was fitting he could handle something Cohen was about to tell him. He grabbed a paper and pen from the desk to draw something. A crest. A skull and an hourglass with two scythes forming ‘X’ behind it while the entire thing rested on a star symbol. “What could you tell me about this crest?” he slid the paper to him. Vincent looked at the drawing. He had seen this before. Mira used to tell him about this crest. And she also warned him not to go after anyone who had this crest. His memory wasn’t as strong as hers.

“Glass breaks. I bend.” His lips twitched. “Noted.” We reached the square again just as Crowe stepped back up to the mic. Apparently, one performance wasn’t enough. This time, the Tribunal banner was flanked by two smaller standards: one with a stylized wolf head—Nightmoor’s crest. The other was older, more faded, and made my stomach clench. Dravenne colors. Calista stood closer to Crowe now, almost at his elbow. Her coat had a new pin at the lapel—a small silver symbol I didn’t recognize, but that looked very official.

I ignored her, grabbing a vest and paint gun and a map as everyone started to get ready. “You will have one hour. Crests are hidden in marked forest boundaries and have some identifying factors so use your sense of smell, hearing and sight to your advantage. There are twenty different crests. The first team to collect the most crests wins.” Excitement rippled through the crowd as we all geared up but I felt anything but excited. I was already at a disadvantage with my lack of abilities and stuck with two girls who hated me. Yay. Mia stepped closer to me as we moved toward the starting line.

Magic is the only reason I survived that fall. Magic is the only reason I now bear the mark of a Ruined. The inked fingers symbolize my curse. We come to the end of the path, where an old cottage loom close to a lake. I follow the strange lady inside. The interior reminds me a lot of my family's cottage back in the Red Moon Pack. The only difference is that this cottage has a lot of shelves where a good number of bizarre-looking artifacts and runes are kept on. At the back of the cottage, a space has been cleared, where chairs and tables are arranged as though it was a bar shop.

The great hall of Ravencrest was alive with the low hum of conversation, the clink of goblets, and the rich scent of roasted meats, spiced wine, and burning pine logs in the massive hearths. Lanterns hung from black iron chains, casting warm golden light across the long tables draped in dark banners embroidered with the Ravencrest sigil. A wolf howling at a blood-red moon. Liera stood near her mother’s side, her posture straight and regal as befitted the daughter of Asheville’s Luna, but her mind was elsewhere.

It wasn't a gun. It was a heavy metal crest, stamped with the Castello family emblem: a black eagle spreading its wings. The smile froze on Julian's face.

Three months later... Today was going to suck. And not the good kind. Nope. The big, sweaty, hairy donkey balls variety. He thought he'd been prepared for this, but the shift in his gut said otherwise. Biting back a sigh, Nakos Hunt glanced from the two men standing beside him to the wide open expanse of Cattenach Ranch. Two-thousand acres of rolling grasslands and high plains. The Laramie Mountains just to the south were little more than a bluish mirage in the distance, but a slightly cool breeze wafted across the basin to provide some relief from the heat.

“She wants the pendant, so we will make a decoy of it. Don’t worry about that, I got it under control. You just have to where the fake one while we hide the real one, so when she comes for it, we give her the fake, and stop her with the real one. It’s going to be a lot trickier than it sounds because she can sense when something does not have any power in it. You would have to bring some of those blue roses.” “What blue roses.” Ken asked me. “is she talking about wolfs bane?” I knew what she meant but I wanted her to say the name of that place with her mouth. She did not speak so I looked up at her. A move I learnt from aunt Courtney. She was standing her ground. Her eyes bounced from Hector