Friendship Crest Novels & Stories

The silver crest that once bound the packs now lay shattered at its base, its fragments gleaming faintly under the morning sun. He stepped forward. “Then let’s give them one.” ***************************** By midday, the courtyard had filled with wolves, some wounded, some trembling, all bearing the marks of the long night. They formed a wide circle around the dais, silent and watchful. I stood beside Kael as Storm and Milo flanked us. The ashes from the pyre had been swept aside, replaced by a simple silver banner bearing the mark of the Crescent Moon, Kael’s lineage, and now, mine.

I don't mean actual friendship when I say friend. Friendship between packs was more in the sense of an alliance, a pact binding both parties to help in the event of an emergency or an attack. It was just the way Alpha Damon and the Bloodmoon pack were considered friends with the Redmoon pack, at least until Alpha Damon assaulted my father and kidnapped me. The unannounced presence of the Crescent moon pack's Alpha could mean a lot of things. Maybe he was here, as a friend of my pack, to negotiate my release with Alpha Damon. Took him long enough. But I would be stupid to rely on his help.

I pleaded. "Then explain this? Explain why the Silvercrest pack found your father's beta crest in the Nightingale pack. The beta crest, as we all know, is a symbol of authority, and it does not leave the owner's side at any time unless you have given it out," the alpha announced. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" The alpha demanded, and my father sighed.

my voice cracked through the air like a whip. “I didn't cheat on you,” I whispered, my body shaking with his gaze locked on me. Heat radiated through my body; his eyes rounded in anger with something flashing in his expression. “Why is this on his wrist then?” his deep voice cuts through me, sending a chill crawling into my spine. The Stormcrest pack and the Crescent Moon pack had been longtime enemies, and my arrival in the Crescent Moon pack fueled their rivalry further. “Our son has this mark because I was the sole heir of the storm crest, the strongest pack of all.” These were the thoughts pondering in my mind, but I couldn't let him know.

Soon as he landed, he marched straight to the Commission and slapped down a new crest design. The old one? Just an eagle. Now? Same eagle, but with Anna's orchid—her favorite—blooming from its head. "From today on, the Ferrante Family crest changes." The elder blinked. "Don, that needs a vote... no one's ever put a flower on a crest." "I'll handle my Family." Shaken, the elder clenched his jaw and took the design to the forge. Leon? He dropped ten mil on a pink diamond and had it set into a ring.

“This did not come from her mother. The seal was forged. Someone tried to lure Luna Nyra out of the fortress.” Nyra turned toward him, confusion mixing with fear. “Who?” Cassian glanced at me before answering. “We do not know yet. But the messenger carried this.” He placed a small metal crest on the table. An ancient symbol etched into silver. A crescent moon intertwined with thorns. Recognition slammed into me. I had seen that crest only in old archives. Nyra noticed my reaction. She stepped closer, her voice urgent. “You know that symbol.” I remained silent at first, weighing how much to reveal. She pressed anyway. “What does it mean?”

One by one every couple exchanged the garlands with a broad smile. Every moment with each other is a history for them. They could see right from their childhood till their marriage. Everything was magical and happened on the same day. They didn't become friends by chance but they are fated to be friends by birth. No one can have this fate and no one can maintain this unless they have full trust over each other. The small misunderstanding broke them for a long time and they understood the value of their love for each other. With the marriage vows, they vowed to not break this friendship ever in this life. Nothing is more important than their happiness and it lies only when they are together.

I explained, “I came here to accompany a friend. He is here to win the heart of a woman that works in your bakery.” Her eyes widened. “Well, what a coincidence for the two of you. Do you know who the lady is? I can bring her out here.” “Unfortunately, the identity of the woman remains a mystery to me. This is the first time that I will be seeing the lady who made my friend fall in love,” I replied. She nodded her head. “And what about that flower crown?” she asked once more, clearly trying to hold back a giggle. “This,” I begrudgingly pointed to the flower crown, “This monstrosity is apparently called the crown of friendship and gratitude. My friend had a bouquet made and this came along wit

I wanted the tip to be sharp enough to slice through armour plated steel. A symbol appeared in my mind. It looked like a crest. It looked like a wolf standing proudly, exuding an aura of authority. The floor the wolf stood on was adorned with blooming flowers and foliage. At the base of the crown lay a shield and it had the four elements in its design. A crown was resting at the wolf's head, carved with designs of the moon. I added the image of the crest to the arrow before I materialised them. I made six all at once. I unconsciously add the crest to my already designed bow.

“the alpha has one too, and so does Loren, in fact, every high-ranking household has an enchanted crest.” “I see,” I muttered as I thought back. I did remember Loren’s crest, the bracelets Tamsyn and Nisha wore housed the same sapphires. I also recalled Lucas’ crest; it pictured a wolf with bat wings. I smiled to myself as I thought about his crest and who he was, fitting. “It just makes going about business easier, that’s not to say we don’t operate better in the dark. It’s just more convenient to be able to conduct business during the times when the rest of the world is awake.” Eskal’s explanation made sense.