Friendship Crest の小説・ストーリー

The wax melted slowly, dripping in a thick, fragrant puddle onto the center fold of the parchment. Before the wax could cool and harden, Aria took the heavy silver stamp resting on the corner of her desk. It bore the new, official crest of Moonrise, the same emblem Silas had carved into the Stone of Vows at the summit. A crescent moon, gently cradling a blooming winter-rose. She pressed the cold silver firmly into the hot wax. The crest settled perfectly into the green pool, leaving a crisp, permanent impression.

she said as she got up and get ready herself, I groaned as I felt the emptiness in my chest. I just wished that we could cuddle all day, but I got up anyway, because these people are not just any ordinary pack members, but most are my child hood friends came from the other packs. Also, the trackers from abroad are joining us too. The higher ups actually sent them for recruiting new members. "How do I look?" Crest asked after getting herself some navy blue midi dress. I smiled at the sight of her beauty but when she turn around, my wolf instantly growled seeing that her dress is somewhat backless.

Most trees were high and I could see through the floor which was filled with dry brown leaves. We got to the main town which has a statue of two women curled up against each other with water dripping from their mouths. I stared at the statue, trying to find a meaning for it, but instead, I was interrupted by my mum. "Those are the two founders of Crest Fall, history has it that one was a witch and the other one was the moongoddess." "Moon goddess?" "Yes, moon goddess, as do all the Gods of all wolves." "Oh, now there are werewolves?" I asked my mum.

Both men looked in the mirror to tighten their ties before reaching for the suit jackets with the Crystal River crest on the breast pocket. “Where is she?” Stephen asked. Wyatt’s eyes landed on the crest that he had seen all his life. An elongated shield with a crescent moon hanging with golden constellations of the night sky. In the center stood a majestic werewolf, his golden fur lit with hints of deep red and light blue. Willow trees that were adorned with golden threads in their branches and leaves with a pale blue-ribbon banner ran along the bottom with the motto emblazoned in scarlet red. Flumen Crystallinum, Custodientes Noctis – Crystal River, Guardians of the Night.

I stood at the highest balcony, arms folded, watching everything unfold below. Banners bearing the crest of each of the eleven packs rippled in the wind, silver, gold, and crimson weaving together like ribbons of unity. The royal crest of Fiato, our wolf insignia framed by moonlight, hung proudly at the center. For once, there was no rivalry, no border tension. Just preparation. Just peace. “She’ll love this,” Frynn said beside me, his voice thick with satisfaction. “She deserves this.” “She does,” I agreed, though my voice came quieter. Daisy’s laughter had filled our home for weeks now, that sound alone made all this worth it. “It’s strange, though.”

“We need something that links us to your friend. Do you have anything of hers?” A moment of silence ensued as I pondered. Then, of course. The necklace. My fingers instinctively reached for the chain around my neck, the cool metal of the lunar pendant resting against my palm. It was a symbol of our friendship, a promise to always protect and watch over one another. I unclasped it, the loss of its familiar weight against my skin strikingly evident. “Will this work?” I asked, handing it over to Sariah. As soon as she took it, a ripple of energy coursed through the room, stirring the air and heightening the intensity around us. The witches started to chant, their collective voices weaving a tap

“But before I tell you who, I need a promise. I need to know I’ll be allowed to stay in the pack as long as I want.” He looked at me for a long moment, then slowly walked back to his desk, shuffling through some drawers. My confusion grew as he rummaged around before finally pulling something out. He approached me again, and this time, my eyes betrayed me by lingering on his bare collarbones for just a second too long. He placed a small object in my hand. I looked down to see it was a crest, something finely made. “What’s this for?” “It’s a promise,” he said simply. “The pack crest. Not for members, but you can have it. As long as you hold onto it, you won’t have any trouble.”

~Tch Creed's eyes rolled at his snarky face, "Just relax! It's no big deal. And we are doing this until the dust settles… Moreover, we also have been friends since the weird night of that beast's ascension. Keeping a watch over a fellow cadet's back is just healthy comradery." "Comradery! Fellow cadets! It's funny coming from a guy who didn't even spend one month inside the camp." "Come on, man! You know I was participating in that competiti—" "Alright, fine… " Creed interrupted, "I won't rub it anymore!"

The moment she became the owner of the crest, all of the families who had formed an alliance with the Reby family would be notified, becoming her allies in the future. When Carl and Zeke saw this, they were both stunned. While the two looked at each other in shock, Nicole's watch started ringing. Nicole clicked on the notification, after which a message appeared before her eyes at once. [Congratulations, sixth-generation owner.] Messages of similar wording came in one after another, with the senders being well-known and powerful families from different countries, It was then Zeke and Carl were completely sure that the crest was real, and that all of them would obey Nicole should she call for

version of his outfit, he wears a black tank top with the Crownsguard's insignia in gray. He has a small arm sleeve over his left wrist, and wears black shoes with red soles. He has amber eyes and a long scar over his left eye. He has a large tattoo of a bird of prey that covers his entire back and extends down his arms. The full tattoo is visible with the rugged attire from his pack. The tattoo is for male line of the Amicitia, and is the credential of the King's Shield rather than a family crest, the family members getting their tattoo when they become one of the shield.