Friendship Crest Novels & Stories

"There's a power in you... it's stronger than I remember." I put down my silverware and turned to him. "I'm always growing." Larry reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a fine, black velvet box. "Since you're here, I suppose it's time I gave you this." He opened the box. Inside lay a silver crest, engraved with the Blackwood Pack's wolf head symbol. "Ah, the mate's crest," the old Alpha observed. All eyes were on us. According to tradition, if I accepted the crest, I was publicly accepting our mating.

He opened it to reveal a breath-taking silver necklace holding a brilliant, custom-made crest. I gasped softly, leaning in to look closely at the intricate design. In the center of the shimmering silver pendant was a beautiful, blooming rose—symbolizing my human heritage, my softness, and my family line. Surrounding the rose, holding it with protective, loving power, was a magnificent, royal wolf crescent moon made of pure emeralds, representing his royal bloodline and my status as Luna. "A crest created just for you," Lukas whispered close to my ear, his broad hands gently fastening the chain around my neck. "To honor where you came from, and the royal queen you are today."

I said as she led the way past the apartment blocks and over to a huge building. The pack ground was huge, although it lacked that homely touch that we would see back home with young pups running around or the occasional garden outside certain houses, it was still an impressive pack. He even had a pack crest. Damn… I smiled as I looked at it; two wolves, ready to attack, a moon with a crown between them and three claws running across the entire crest. I ran my finger over it and smiled. I had seen this same crest somewhere else... but I couldn't place where I had. It was beautiful…

“I called for you because I needed to give you something.” “Do you know me?” Dio asked with confusion visible in his eyes. “No offense meant, but I don’t see the logic in giving a stranger a gift when you are the symbol of this empire.” “Dio. You may keep your secret from the people around you, but not from me.” The lady smiled. “The one who gave you the crest on your back is my precious friend and we promised to support and protect whoever was the person who will receive the crest.” “You know her?” Dio suddenly looked sad. “Do you know where is she right now?”

Even the hound at his feet wore a collar embroidered with the realm’s crest—a subtle but potent reminder that every creature under Destiny’s rule was prepared to defend her legacy. Doctor Gilead and Tabitha, the healers of the realm, wore similar royal blues with a distinct medical emblem displayed proudly on their right shoulders. Over their hearts lay the decussate sigil—the sacred X-shaped crest, symbolizing the crossing of paths, the interweaving of fate, and the rebirth of the Realm under a new royal lineage. It was more than a symbol—it was a vow. The room held its breath. Destiny moved one finger.

“Not random ones either. They both had similar drawings.” I stilled behind her. “What kind of drawings?” She exhaled softly, her fingers tightening around the edge of the dressing table. “A crest… I think. And snakes.” She paused, trying harder to picture it. “The snake curled around the crest like it was protecting it or something.” The brush stopped moving in my hand. A cold realization settled heavily in my chest. Silver Crest pack. Of course. The bastards had finally decided to make their move. My jaw tightened instantly as rage surged through me so fast it nearly blurred my vision. I knew those markings. Every high potential member tied closely to Silver Crest carried that symbol somewh

And on his left was the witch who became their ally to finally bring down the four packs. He stood in the middle strong and unbothered by the screams of everyone. He raised his right hand and with that, opened a huge door on the far right side of the dome. With heavy steps and weak bodies, four men went out of the huge door. As they made their entrance, everyone shouted louder and more aggressive. “KILL THEM!” “CUT THEIR HEADS OFF!” The four men walked slowly and finally made it to the center facing Brody. Brody smiled in arrogance as he spits on one of the men, the Alpha of the Crimson Crest pack, Connor.

He turned as his brother Orren entered, grinning widely. “You look like the moon’s own son,” Orren teased, clasping his shoulder. Christen laughed softly. “I feel more like a trembling cub.” Orren chuckled. “You? The Alpha who once faced thirty rogues and came back without a scratch?” Christen smiled. “That was a battle. This… is sacred.” His father, Alpha Fred, entered then, carrying the ceremonial crest of Moonveil — a silver moon carved within a shield of stone. “You’ve made me proud, son,” he said in a deep voice. “Today, the goddess herself shall bless your bond.”

Stacy, Dominic and Valaria all hovered their heads above the steel container and peered inside, each of them hoping they would see a symbol they didn’t recognise, as the fates would have it, they all recognised this symbol, they had been living with it above their heads for nearly two years, it was a slightly crude but accurate version of the Westingdale crest. “Well Fuck!” Valaria exclaimed with a sigh, she looked to Dominic and then to Stacy, they both hugged her in their own particular way, Stacy wrapped her arms around the female Alpha and pressed her head against Valaria’s chest, while Dominic wrapped an arm around her waist and rested his head on top of his mates. “We’ll get him my lov

Then, he tossed it to Thiago. "Take a good look at this thing." Thiago picked up the crest. It was made of pure gold and had the letters "NK" engraved on the front. A flying dragon was carved on the back of the crest. His expression changed instantly. "Is this… the Titania Crest?" "Good. You recognize it," Cain responded icily. "Nino wants me to send you a message. Either submit to him or get annihilated. Make your choice."