Friendship Crest Novels & Stories

The month of June, Monday morning, SEATTLE HIGH SCHOOL Veronica, another influential girl in the school. Her family owns the most popular designers in the country. Be it clothes, shoes, and bags, and the one they can not make in their company they invest in other companies that can make it. Veronica walked majestically down the hallway with a disposable cup of coffee in her right hand. Vanessa saw her coming and scoffed. The two girls are not close to being called friends. The two of them are competitors, always stealing each others' spotlight in a room.

He got a frown from Dorin. “Anyway,” Dorin sighed, “I did hear my mom mention the name Yyldirim before, and she once gave me an old pocket watch with a crest on it...” “What was on the crest?” Seb asked. “It showed two intersecting swords with a rose in the middle.” Dorin said excitedly, “I have always imagined it belonged to my father,” he added, “Do you think that’s the Heilig crest?”

I swiftly grab a pair of his pants, rolling up the pant leg and finding a belt so that it does not fall off. As well as one of my maroon, velvet coats. To keep my identity hidden, as well as to keep me warm. It has embroidery at the ends of it. The royal crest, in gold, a moon, crescent, with a young man's face. The moon has a crown atop its head. The young man's eyes wander down to the nautical, north star in its cavity.

Madame Cordelia said, bringing out two red handkerchiefs. After handing them to the both of them, she stirred the blood in the chalice. "You both will now drink from this chalice, the blood of your brothers. With hopes that the oneness we share, would always remain with you two." They both drank from the cup, and tied the handkerchiefs on their hand. This was the Crest, the symbol of the thorn. "Without further ado, we'll see you both at dusk tomorrow. And in the condition that both of you live, another date will be fixed for the final battle. Good night." Madame Cordelia announced before dismissing them.

For I know for myself that I've bled to maintain and earn the respect I should have in this position. "It seems that there aren't any letters addressed from the border lands." Claude tells me while still searching through the envelopes. "Though there is this one with a different seal, my lady." "What do you mean by different?" All pack leaders usually use the same seal all over Lumina, although different colour of envelopes as to determine the pack it's from. The seal indicates the Colony's crest, which is a dagger with its tip facing upwards and a crown hanging loosely struck by the dagger. "I've known for sure that the Colony's crest is used as the seal for every letter that circles around

Finally, this so-called ritual was getting interesting. “This bond is the result of their fate or destiny. When mates find one another, they are drawn to each other, unable to resist the invisible pull and attraction. Their wolves become restless till they claim or are claimed. The bond is sealed with a mark on the neck where the mates bites each other, forming a deep connection that goes beyond the traditional notions of love and intimacy,” The rest of the girls giggled while Roxie was cooing. The concept of mates was an interesting one. There was no such thing in the world she grew up in.

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.

On either side of the werewolf, towering pine trees stand with their branches reaching upward, creating a frame around the shield. A banner unfolds below the werewolf, bearing the pack's motto in bold, silver letters: "Umbrae Noctis, Virtus Luporum" – translating to "Shadows of the Night, Strength of Wolves" from Latin. A border encircles the entire crest, adorned with swirling patterns resembling storm clouds. Electra knew the crest well. It had been everywhere when she had been growing up. The dark werewolf seemed to always be watching, judging, condemning. She had always hated the crest. It surprised her when she did not see the crest.

Elder Maera’s hand rested on Ember’s arm, pride shining clearly in her eyes. Something loosened in my chest; this was the future my grandmother wanted for me. She saw and foretold it the moment she learned of Ember but now I can see… This was what I wanted too, to stand like this beside a woman I would do anything for. Having a mate is not a weakness after all. The warriors in charge moved at Ember’s command as they accompanied the guests through the gate. The next carriage bore a crest I didn’t recognize at first—silver etched against blue. I think that belonged to…Silver Crest. My wolf stirred uneasily.