Friendship Crest Novels & Stories

“You were destined for this, for me. You and me. Alpha Prime and Luna Prime. We’re meant to be together forever.” My heart fluttered at his words. “You’re right,” I whispered, stepping closer to him. “We are meant for this.” He smiled again. He pulled back slightly and unbuttoned the top of his shirt, revealing his chest. At first, I was confused, but then, under the soft glow of the moonlight, I saw it. “What is that?” I asked, my eyes widening in awe. There, on his chest, was the crest—the mark of the Alpha Prime. It looked like a tattoo, but it shimmered slightly, only visible under the light of the moon.

He expressed his strong intention to get back the family crest but also respected Donald by dismissing the fact that Donald stole the crest. If the crest were really not that important, Donald would, of course, trade it for the money Carl offered. However … A small, mocking smile appeared on Donald's face. He threw Carl a bored look and replied, "Oh, Carl, are you kidding me? I've never even seen the Whites' family crest. How would I have it? "My best friends are also narrow-minded, humble men. They don't have the privilege of witnessing something so precious like the Whites' family crest!"

Selena added. Levi hesitated for a moment, his breath catching in his throat. The weight of the pack crest, an emblem of ancestral pride and legacy, With a resigned yet resolute sigh, "Each member had the pack crest on their shoulder, a mark of belonging, an indelible symbol that etched their identity into the annals of time."

Adam found his way to my side in no time and his jaw fell open as I revealed the moon crest to him. His state of awe deepened as the moon crest glowed brighter at my touch. I picked it up and it continued to glow even brighter than it did before. Adam stumbled backward with his mouth still open as he kept pointing at the moon crest. “It glows even brighter when you touch it. That means you are the one it has truly chosen. It is you!” “You really think so, eh?!” I said to him with a wide grin. I carefully lifted the moon crest to my head. I had discovered that because of the way it was shaped like a half-moon, the moon crest could also double as a crown on its own.

“It suits you.” Noah glances at me, cheeks pink. “Raven’s is the same.” He turns slightly so they can see the crest clearly, the family symbol bold and sharp, and the blue flame curling around it like living ink. Emily nudges me. “Show yours!” I shake my head, laughing nervously. “It looks just like his.” Noah squeezes my hand. “Same crest. Same flame. Same bond.” Mom’s eyes soften as she looks at me. “It’s beautiful, sweetheart.”

It was drawn to the small silver emblem pinned to the warrior's cloak. A crescent moon wrapped around a wolf's head. Marcus knew it instantly. Almost every Alpha in the werewolf world did. The symbol belonged to the Mooncrest Pack—one of the oldest, wealthiest, and most influential packs on the continent. A pack so powerful that even Alpha Kings respected its authority. Their territory spanned three countries, their wealth was legendary, their warriors were the finest in the world, and their influence reached into every corner of werewolf society. The Mooncrest Alpha was not merely a pack leader—he was a king in all but name, his word carrying weight that could shift alliances and topple dyn

“If I join you this time, can you promise to leave me alone and don’t bother me anymore after this?” “Sure,” he answered in full assurance. “I can’t trust that, give me a guarantee.” Cole chuckled again, detaching his Alpha crest from his ears and placing it on her piercing. Making Denise widen her eyes in shock. Alpha crest was every pack leader’s heraldry, containing an Alpha’s loyalty to his words. They have only two pieces of it wherein they can give one to any creature who they have promised something. “I’ll keep my promise, Blueberry,” he let out another smile. Plain and without any traces of fooling around, a genuine one. The first time she saw another side of him.

Brandon asked her softly as he fingered the beautifully embossed dual leopards that seemed to be mirrored perfectly in thread under the right strap of the pack. “It’s a Crest....It’s been engraved around the house and in the villages. It’s a symbol of our home and our Clan created by Mantilo and by me.” Glen softly explained. “It’s protection Brandon. If any Shifters or Mortals ever mess with you just show them this crest. It will tell them that you are one of our own. That you carry the fury of the Leopard at your side. We will be beside you.. in spirit at least. Connected. Okay?”

Said one of the villagers. "The name will be decided by my queen." Young Cresta thought for a while. Finally she called the area "Carloreal", after her father's name: "Carlo Kingsley". "Come, sweetheart, we should now move on to my next memory," said Cresta the spirit. "Where shall we go now?" "A year after I became Queen of Carloreal." One year later. Cresta was watering the roses in her palace garden. Adrianne loved roses, he had already chosen the rose as his house crest and "Sweet but strong wildflower" as his house motto.

It was fitting he could handle something Cohen was about to tell him. He grabbed a paper and pen from the desk to draw something. A crest. A skull and an hourglass with two scythes forming ‘X’ behind it while the entire thing rested on a star symbol. “What could you tell me about this crest?” he slid the paper to him. Vincent looked at the drawing. He had seen this before. Mira used to tell him about this crest. And she also warned him not to go after anyone who had this crest. His memory wasn’t as strong as hers.