Friendship Crest Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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”