Friendship Crest Novels & Stories

George nods, “Not a problem.” He takes out his laptop from the drawer at the top of his desk and opens it up. He pulls up the list of all of the packs, organised by country. He goes to England and starts a search. “Two rivers, is that in the pack’s name or their crest?” Each pack in England had a heraldic crest to distinguish itself from others. Florence chews her bottom lip, “It’s on the crest. I believe they cross, or maybe twist, I’m not certain. I’m sorry I can’t be more helpful.” Florence looks dejected and starts to cry again. He nods and smiles at her,

"You asked for this months ago. You said you wanted to wear it during the summit to show the pack that you are serious about this union." She opened the box. Inside, resting on a bed of black satin, was the Crest of Fenrir. It was a heavy, silver medallion, ancient and cold. The wolf was etched in obsidian, its jaws open in a perpetual howl, eyes set with two small, blood-red rubies. It was the ultimate symbol of Kael’s line, a relic that carried the weight of a thousand years of slaughter. To wear it as an outsider was the ultimate sign of submission and alliance.

He watched me the way he'd watched me at the abandoned school with the patient attention of a man who had prepared for this conversation from multiple angles and was comfortable waiting to see which one I'd enter from. I looked at the file without touching it. The crest on the cover was embossed rather than printed. Dark red on black. A wolf's head in profile, stylised like old heraldry until you understood what it actually was. The crest of the Red Hades Pack. My father's crest. My crest, by bloodline and right. I opened it. The first page was a photograph. It was me but not recent, perhaps four years old, taken before I'd built the identity I currently lived inside.

I inquired, and he moved closer to me. "The golden crest is the pack's symbol, anyone who has it and shows it to the army will undoubtedly have control over them," he continues, and I agree. "And where is the crest?" I inquired. "Somewhere only I know," he said, and I suddenly kissed him, which took him by surprise “Do you mind if I spend the night with you?”I inquired

Myrridin was their Viking ancestor and one of the twelve founding Knights who formed the Brotherhood. The crest is well known. I've seen the tattoo on the other brothers before, and I've seen it on the company design logo. It's just strange seeing it on Alessio and thinking that he makes it look good. And shit, I'm just staring at him. Gawking at the wrong Scarfoni brother. The man who's not my fiancé, or anything to me but the devil.

I wouldn’t even want to be friends with someone like that, who looks down on people who don’t live according to the conventional 9-5 life. Anyway, who the hell is he to tell me I’m still finding my way? I’m living fabulously doing what I love, pursuing my PhD, and earning great money from my multiple income sources. What’s it to him that I don’t have a “real job”? The more I thought about it, the more angry I became. I decide to blast some music and get to work on my latest restoration project currently overtaking my dining room to take my mind off my stupid arrogant new neighbour. Well, that’s the last time I’ll ever try to be neighbourly with him again.

I ignored her, grabbing a vest and paint gun and a map as everyone started to get ready. “You will have one hour. Crests are hidden in marked forest boundaries and have some identifying factors so use your sense of smell, hearing and sight to your advantage. There are twenty different crests. The first team to collect the most crests wins.” Excitement rippled through the crowd as we all geared up but I felt anything but excited. I was already at a disadvantage with my lack of abilities and stuck with two girls who hated me. Yay. Mia stepped closer to me as we moved toward the starting line.

The guy who had stopped us asked. When I looked at him , he was big like my ex husband, blonde hair that was styled down. My best friend Daisy and Daisy meet Humphrey, the bride's brother. “Nice to meet you pretty”the boy whispered as he slowly took my hands and kissed my palm. When he bent closer to kiss it , I noticed it , the mark on his neck , that sign. I knew that sign, it was the crest of the hell-hounds motorcycle club my ex husband rivalry club.

My corpse was already corroded into a pile of blood and bones. What was left of me had already soaked through the earth, thus disappearing from the pit. Other than the rocks and the ropes that once bound me, my clothes, as well as an iron crest, were left on the ground. The crest I wore was the family crest. The logo, signifying the five wolves of the Wilde family, was engraved on the crest. When a pack member died, the other pack members would take turns wearing their crest. It was their way of remembering the dead forever.

I explained. “I also thought the same thing too. Only nobles have a crest, but the thing is I don't know which belongs to who." “Could it be the Alpha's crest?" She asked. I shook my head vehemently. "No. It doesn't belong to Alpha Kieran. I've seen his crest many times, and this isn't it.” "That means we have to look at the nobles clearly, and check the insignia on the crests their workers wear,” Freya proposed.