Farley Family Crest Novels & Stories

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

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

Emblazoned on their chests was the hummingbird emblem, the ancient and revered symbol of the Ayr clan, dating back six centuries. The loyal guards, sharpshooters, and hitmen serving Vandalf and Alice were unmistakably taken out by the clan's trio of armed enforcers! "By the chief's orders, anyone standing in the way of our family's union will be shown no mercy—executed on the spot!" Virle's face twisted with a savage grin as he stared at Vandalf and Alice's shocked expressions. His voice turned icy and merciless, "Vandalf, rest in peace." In a blur of motion, a guard clad in black appeared behind Vandalf as if from nowhere. There was a chilling snap. Vandalf was caught completely off guard,

Abelard smiled wryly, and Felen nodded in approval. This time it was Abelard who took a deep breath. Then he reached into something in his trouser pocket. "Then take this," he said as he took Felen's hand and handed him a bracelet with the Leister family crest. "This should have been given when you had your Debutante, but you know what happened then." Abelard's expression darkened.

When his hand emerged, it held a small object on his palm—a silver signet, worn but polished, twin crescents engraved back to back. The Mooncrest Crest. He held it out so I could see. “This is our family sigil,” he said. “The Mooncrest mark. Every child of our line wears it. In one form or another.” My mark flared. Heat pulsed under my skin, syncing for a heartbeat with the cool metal lying inert on his palm. A faint echo of silver‑blue shimmered under my bandage, searing. I fought the urge to snatch my hand back. Theron’s eyes flicked to the movement.

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?”

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.

Soon as he landed, he marched straight to the Commission and slapped down a new crest design. The old one? Just an eagle. Now? Same eagle, but with Anna's orchid—her favorite—blooming from its head. "From today on, the Ferrante Family crest changes." The elder blinked. "Don, that needs a vote... no one's ever put a flower on a crest." "I'll handle my Family." Shaken, the elder clenched his jaw and took the design to the forge. Leon? He dropped ten mil on a pink diamond and had it set into a ring.

Adrian “Took you long enough,” my father said, not even looking up as he crossed the room and opened a drawer in his desk. He pulled out an envelope and handed it to me without ceremony. The wax seal was already broken. Figures. It bore our family crest—intertwined with the marks of Volodymir’s clan and the wolves. A mess of symbols trying too hard to say, unity. I thought it was a bad idea back when they designed it, and time hasn’t made it any smarter.

I took out a pendant from inside my jacket. It had the same family crest engraved on it, though the design was slightly different from William’s. “Then what do you call this?” Everyone’s eyes landed on the pendant. A sharp gasp went through the room. The family crest was clearly engraved on it. Everyone knew exactly what that meant. Freya’s face turned white. “You… How do you have that pendant?” “Of course I have it.” I put the necklace back around my neck and smiled at her. “Because the CEO of this group is my brother.”