Friendship Crest Novels & Stories

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

I asked softly. He glanced at me, then frowned deeply. "It is worth more than my life. Look, a crest to my people is like one's identity. Just having the symbol of the crest on my clothes or car makes everyone know which family I belong to. Not only that, the crest is a generational item filled with unbelievable magical elements infused in it. Whoever has it gets to experience power beyond their imagination," he answered as I raised a brow. "So in short, whoever has it has their power enhanced tenfold?" I asked to be clear.

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.

"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