Friendship Crest Novels & Stories

" Nick asked. "What symbol could those people have that vary from each other?" Phil asked. "The symbol on the back are what separates them from each other. The black cards, the kind that are used by premium members and executives, there is the dragon crest, which is only for the president of the company, the young master, the lion crest is for Mr. Harris,the vice president, the wolf crest are for the security team that prioritize young master only." "Whaat??... You have a security team just for you!" Alex said.

The bracelet was not just an accessory but also a symbol of genuine friendship and mutual support. “What’s this?” Marko asked curiously. “Take it! This is a friendship bracelet, so we become more bound to each other as inseparable friends,” Emily said with a sweet smile. Marko, Freddy, and Stefan also accepted their bracelets with smiles. This moment further strengthened their bond. Emily looked very happy seeing her friends wear the bracelets. She felt that the bracelets held more meaning than mere ornaments; they were a reminder of the friendship that had been built, a symbol of commitment to support and value one another.

Beta Samuels walks over with the silver pole, handing it to Alpha, the emblem on the end was red, heated up to burn into our skin. “I accept your allegiance and with this crest, I brand you into the Westford pack.” Alpha presses the crest against our arm, the heat feeling nice but the silver burning. The smell of our burnt flesh perfuming the air and I was glad Nina was in control. He pulls the crest away and the burning feeling instantly stops. The crowd erupts in cheer, as she shifts before falling silent when she is fully shifted. I look out and notice everyone was staring shocked. “What’s wrong?” I ask her.

“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.

He looked pissed and disgusted that she would even say that. “We are not Mates. I would never be mates with an ugly, worthless excuse for a wolf. I don’t know who would even consider accepting a loser like you. I, Oscar Barlowe, soon to be alpha of the Dark Moon pack, Reject you, Lilith Brookes, as my Luna and my mate.” Everyone around her started laughing as he walked past Lilith and into Brittany's arms. The entire team quickly tried to make his way to his best friend, who looked to be on the verge of tears, but he wasn't fast enough as Lilith promptly made her way out of the school building.

And somehow, through all of it, I had found my way back to the person who had been beside me from the beginning despite rejecting me at first. Johanis. My mate. My soon to be alpha. My childhood best friend. My home. I looked down at the graduation ring on my finger. Then at the mark hidden beneath my collar. A crescent moon. A half wing. A rose. His matching mark was beneath his own collar. No matter where life took us after this, those marks would remain. The bond between us pulsed softly, steady and warm. I smiled. Maybe this was what peace really looked like. Not a life without danger. Not a world without problems.