Novel & Cerita Friendship Crest

“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.

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