Friendship Crest Novels & Stories

Cracked clean through the snout. Elliott kneels beside me, his eyes going wide. “What the hell is this?” I lift it slowly, turning it over in my hands. The inside is smooth with age, worn where it must’ve once fit snug to someone’s face. The outer edge bears a faint design. Three overlapping crescents forming a ring. I know that mark. I know it like my own name. “It’s a crest,” I whisper. Elliott glances up. “Yours?”

’ Crista questioned. ‘I don’t know what it means. That we both saw the same wolves and that they attacked us. It’s very confusing. And no, the mark of the D’Amore is the family crest. A shield with three starts at an angle, the center being larger, with howling wolf heads at the top of the shield.’ I explained. ‘But… if that’s the D’Amore mark, why would mine be different? What does mine look like?’ Crista questioned, pulling away from me. Her eyes looked to my neck, to where she’d marked me in the shower.

One day, when our friendship was stronger, we would have this conversation again. "I want to seal the deal between the five of us. But first, I want to get Eiecrunt's crest tattooed on my back." Teagan spat her food out, surprise warping her expression. Adelia smiled broadly. "That is utterly romantic." She said, admiration in her tone. Maybe it was or maybe it wasn't. All I knew was that I always wanted them with me. So the crest was the best idea I could come up with to show them my devotion.

He was wearing a black tuxedo that fit him like a glove, the contrast between his black suit and crisp white shirt setting off the colors of his eyes. He was wearing a sash the same color as my dress, and it was emblazoned with the official emblems of Poldesse that showcased Poldesse's flag. Below the emblem of the flag was a crest. It was covered in jewels, and at its center was a waxing gibbous moon. Etched into the crest were some words written in a language I couldn't read. I peered at it, tilting my head as I tried to decipher the strange symbols. He touched the crest with his fingertips, shrugging. "It means 'Strong the Current.' That's the pack motto. Lynus said it hasn't been worn si

Alexander: Did you really think I could have forgotten your twenty-fifth birthday, brother? Carl looked at us, tears welling in his eyes, and took the box with a trembling hand. Carl: So… sorry for calling you an idiot… He opened the box, and I saw a myriad of emotions on his face. The box contained a Beta Royal crest. It was made of solid gold with gemstones in the pack's colors. Alexander: The crest you had wasn't worthy of your talent, my friend, nor your rank. Carl: It's magnificent… thank you.

My breath hitched as my eyes focused on Alex’s neck and the mark that had taken shape while we’d been wherever that was. Alex shifted slightly, his fingers brushing over his shoulder where my teeth had sunk into him. The wound had already healed, but its imprint was unmistakable. I sucked in a breath. It was MY crest. The Pierce family crest. A protective wolf poised on a boulder, framed by an intricate weave of branches. It wasn’t just any mark. It was My mark. It was a part of him now.

Eloise rushed forward and wrapped her arms around Aria the moment Cory loosened his hold, laughing and crying all at once. “I knew it!” Eloise exclaimed. The pack’s celebration swelled even louder with unity. Red Moon and Iron Crest was bound not just by alliance, but by blood. Damon stepped forward, clapping a firm hand onto Cory’s shoulder. “Well done,” he said. Cory turned toward him. There was no bitterness in his gaze now. No resentment, only respect. “It’s done,” Cory said firmly. “Iron Crest stands united.” “And under your rule?” Damon asked. Cory nodded once. “ it would always remain so”

"How dare those wretched humans have ill intentions toward you?" Gideon stepped forward and began to unfasten the armor on his chest. "Wait, what are you doing?" I cried, trying to stop him. "This is the royal crest I have guarded for a thousand years." He removed an ancient emblem carved with a shield and two swords. "The 'Knight's Heart'. It represents absolute courage and justice." He knelt on one knee and presented the crest to me respectfully. "Please accept it, my princess. Let it stand guard by your side in my place."

The Spirit of Ecstasy emblem sat proudly on the hood, regal and unmistakable. But that wasn’t what stole my breath. On the side panel, delicately etched into the finish, was the crest of Silvercrest…our symbol intertwined with subtle detailing that represented my position as Luna. Elegant. Powerful. Intentional. “Oh my…” My voice failed me. Keal stepped closer, his eyes fixed on my reaction rather than the car. “This is my wedding gift to you, my sweetheart,” he said, a wide, boyish smile breaking across his face.