Friendship Crest Novels & Stories

“Then trust what I see when I look at you.” He reached into the drawer beside the bed and pulled out a small, black velvet box. My heart stilled. When he opened it, I saw a silver crest — shaped like a crescent moon intertwined with the mark of our pack. The Luna’s emblem. My breath caught. “Axel…”

It was different from the others who held the crest of the Blackmoon pack. This letter had a completely different crest. On finally catching a glimpse of the crest on the new letter, Lena gasped. “That sly creature!” She gasped in outrage. I looked in surprise from her outraged face to that of the Gamma who stood with a straight face. “What is this crest?” I asked. “And what does it mean?” I asked, this time turning to our Gamma for an explanation. Lena looked too angry to explain. He answered almost immediately.

I could feel it in my bones, the same way I felt the moon’s pull during the full cycle. This wasn’t just training. This was the birth of a legacy. I rose slowly from my chair, the wooden legs scraping softly against the stone floor. Alfredo followed suit, his hand brushing mine in silent support. Lira stood as well, shorter than both of us but somehow filling the space with her presence. “Welcome to Crest pack,” I told her, extending my hand across the table. The words carried power—formal acceptance into the fold, a binding of intent that went beyond paper agreements.

"Then the mountains truly are magical." The old man sat opposite them and unrolled the parchment. Faded ink covered the page. Two symbols dominated the center: the crescent of the Cators and the wolf of the Voss family. Intertwined tightly which was syrange. Cinthye's face crumpled into a frown. "Why are our crests together?" Aurelio looked from one of them to the other. "Because they were never meant to be enemies." Her body went still. "Read the last line," he said.

“I don't know how bad it got, there should be survivors.” He stepped forward and I looked at his features closely. He wore a sleeveless black round neck. On his right arm is a wolf howling to a full moon tattoo. My heart skipped a bit, my chest pounded, I folded my hands to hide my shaky hands. There's only one pack that has that symbol. The blood crest pack. They are usually isolated and interact very little with other packs. They have the strongest warriors. They are known for no mercy to outsiders. His jaw clenched, his eyes scanned me up and down. He walked in circles around me and I took in his scent. My wolf, Ann purred. Mate.

I replied dryly while striding out from where I stood. "Cole hills! Cole hills" the crowd outside cheered holding banners that had his face on it. He wasn't the only one they cheered but I just hate mentioning his name. A smirk left my lips as I move away and stopped walking when I got outside the academy. "Now you can go for your surgery..." "Yes and please don't let him date anyone, I need to know what he likes, love to wear, people he associate..." As she kept on listing her demands, I was just lost, tired and still traumatized over the race.

“I know,” “Goodnight bro,” his shoulders relaxed. “Dream of me, instead. We both know I’m your soulmate.” I watched the smile grow on his face. I smiled too, grateful to have my best friend back. “I’ll need a bunch of roses.. and then some time to think about it.” He chuckled, “Bro what? Even after the roses?” Jesting and laughing, we walked back into town. Back in my room, I tossed my bloodied shirt aside and dropped the metal crest onto the desk. It glimmered faintly in the dim lamplight.

The royal purple leather-clad book was thick and held multiple poems within its hardcover. I traced my thumb over the gold crest stamped on the front. It was our family crest and what our pack was known as. The crest was a mountain with a rising sun. Two wolves stood in front, facing one another and howling upward. It was something similar to the mate bond marks Sydney and I had. I opened to the first page and took a seat and the edge of the bed. There, I found a picture of my sister and me.

Headmaster Noah: "And to Maximus Beor, Griff Beolagh, Durmad Gerald, and Alice Astrid, I present this crest." Using the game pieces the four received, I combine them into a single crest before holding it up for everyone to see. Once I do, I award the crest to Maximus and his new team. "This crest represents strength," I say after handing it over. I place my hands on the podium and face the hundreds of students with their eyes on me. I look past the blinding lights and stare right at the students.

He was handsome now in a way that made other girls stare, though he never seemed to notice anyone but me. I grabbed a second crate and followed him toward the preparation hall, weaving between workers setting up the ceremonial grounds. White silk banners hung from every post, each embroidered with the Silvercrest pack symbol, a silver crescent moon pierced by three stars. Tomorrow night, those stars would represent the holy trinity of pack hierarchy: Alpha, Beta, and the Blessed Bloodlines.