Friendship Crest Novels & Stories

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 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.

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.

“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.

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

Madame Cordelia said, bringing out two red handkerchiefs. After handing them to the both of them, she stirred the blood in the chalice. "You both will now drink from this chalice, the blood of your brothers. With hopes that the oneness we share, would always remain with you two." They both drank from the cup, and tied the handkerchiefs on their hand. This was the Crest, the symbol of the thorn. "Without further ado, we'll see you both at dusk tomorrow. And in the condition that both of you live, another date will be fixed for the final battle. Good night." Madame Cordelia announced before dismissing them.

He nodded and pulled out a larger box with head-to-toe crests. “This is a couple's crest, it will suit you and your husband.” I stiffened and turned my gaze to Darian who didn't do much as flinch at his words. I turned to correct the man, but decided not to.. “Really?” I beamed. “I would want one for my sister. She's young and her betrothed is young too, but I don't know what she would like, she has a bad taste in things.” He nodded thoughtfully.

He pulled the maximum zoom the software allowed and ran the enhancement protocol. The design resolved into a crest. A shield, two crossed keys. The Churchill crest. Not the Churchill Sentinel corporate version — the older version, the family crest, the one that appeared on the gate at Blackthorn and on the original estate documentation and on objects that had been given as gifts within the family's social circle for decades. Marcus sat back. A privately gifted pin. The kind that moved within a network of relationships, given by members of the Churchill family to people in their immediate orbit. The kind that Adrian might give to someone he wanted to mark as connected to him without saying it