Friendship Crest Novels & Stories

"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.

After what happened last night i don't think she wants to be my friend but love is more important to me and Max should be with me and love me but she seems to take him away when I should have him all to myself. Even if I have to destroy friendship then so be it. Even if I have to end my friendship with her it won't matter because I have to have him all to myself........ Wassap,beautiful people. Don't forget to vote and share your thoughts. Keep smiling ☺ keep loving Peace ✌

Forcing himself to calm down, Adrian drove back to Blackwood Pack's main estate. His friends had already arrived. His Beta was waiting for him. The moment Adrian stepped out of the car, his Beta hurried over and handed him a silver invitation. "Alpha, this is the invitation from Silvercrest Pack." Adrian accepted it. It was the first time he'd actually opened it. Centered on the cover was a brand-new alliance crest representing the union of two packs. There was a white wolf nestled gently against a black wolf. Their tails intertwined, forming the complete Moon Goddess Mark.

No crest. “Wait,” I whispered, frowning. “What?” Adrien asked. “That detail. Gloves. A red envelope. No crest.” Adrien hummed thoughtfully. “Weird. Are there different crests?" I thought about them and realized that there are alot of them, "Yes, with every rank and position, different crests are given but this person did not use it." "As far as I can guess, this is the job of an insider. This person deliberately did not use a crest."

George nods, “Not a problem.” He takes out his laptop from the drawer at the top of his desk and opens it up. He pulls up the list of all of the packs, organised by country. He goes to England and starts a search. “Two rivers, is that in the pack’s name or their crest?” Each pack in England had a heraldic crest to distinguish itself from others. Florence chews her bottom lip, “It’s on the crest. I believe they cross, or maybe twist, I’m not certain. I’m sorry I can’t be more helpful.” Florence looks dejected and starts to cry again. He nods and smiles at her,

The air in my chest froze into a block of solid ice. Burned deep into the pale flesh of his inner wrist, standing out like an open wound against the cold air, was an intricate symbol I had seen on a hundred wrists, a thousand banners, and across every single waking nightmare of my childhood. Twin crescent moons facing outward, locking around a single, stylized drop of blood. The crest of the Bloodwyn pack. My blood turned to pure acid.

"Max Cairncross, I will ask you one last time. Are you lending me the money or not?" I said each word clearly. "No. I am not." Dylan completely broke down. He yanked a necklace out from under his collar. It held a transparent bottle pendant, smaller than his pinky. Inside the bottle was a rolled-up strip of paper that said: "Max Cairncross is my only best friend." I had one around my neck too. Mine said: "Dylan Price is my only best friend." We gave each other those bottles after graduating high school. They symbolized lifelong friendship.

Therefore, Daisy had made up her mind to support her friends in every way possible. When Cindy made her debut with her first song weeks back, she gave Cindy all of her support, even going as far as getting Edward to help her in every way possible. She knows she owes her friends, Rose and Cindy so much for supporting her when her life was at its darkest. But on the other side where Cindy was sitting, she held a very pretty and bright smile while she stared supportively at her friend, Daisy, but inwardly, her hatred for her friend roared like a raging sea.

“The crest was colored black and white. The cloak itself was white. Then the crest had a word. No, initials.” “What was it?” “There was a M and a P—” I scoffed. “Fucking bastards!”