Friendship Crest Novels & Stories

His body was exquisite and a real work of art. “I have the ones that extend from my neck down to my shoulder. It connects to the one along my collarbone. The one along my ribs is a Latin proverb meaning, ‘A fire is nourished by its own ashes.’ I have the ones on my forearms as well.” “What’s this one?” My fingers traced the one over his heart. It was beautiful. “It’s the crest of our pack. Two howling wolves in front of the blood moon. It symbolizes the Alpha and Luna watching over the pack,” he explained, holding my finger and tracing over it with me. It was beautiful.

he spits. I squat down to his level. I raise my shirt and there, just above my waistband on my hip, is the Damned Forsaken crest of a raven with a skeletal wing and head sitting atop a skull with a halo leaning against it on one side and a gun on the other. His eyes widen in acknowledgment.

he declared, voice resonant and deep, “today marks the union of legacy and power. The Castles’ Cup begins anew and with it, the rise of our next generation of leaders.” Cheers erupted. The ground beneath them shifted, stone rearranging itself into shimmering platforms. The sky split open with aurora-bright light as four crests, a rose, a fang, a dragon, and an eye burned into the air above the arena. Then came the announcement everyone waited for. “And now, by decree of the Academy Council, the Crest of Leadership shall be bestowed upon the newly elected Student President…” Cressida stepped forward, every inch the picture of triumph, silver crown glinting in her golden hair, her Wyverndale i

Marcus Thorne's pack crest—silver and azure, with its distinctive mountain motif—seemed to mock me from its prominent position among our strategic partners. A sudden, possessive rage swept through me. The memory of Aurora's words in the SUV burned afresh in my mind: "I am considering someone else." Thorne. She was considering *Thorne*. "Eva," I called, my voice sharper than intended. My assistant appeared immediately at my side. "Yes, Alpha Heir?" "Remove all instances of the Thorne pack crest and territory symbols from our displays," I ordered. "Replace them with generic alliance symbols or leave the spaces blank."

For the most part, the packs got along but there was still always a sense of authority that was tested. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you look good. Can’t be representing our pack badly.” Jacob was getting our Crest tattooed on his chest. It was the head of a wolf with its teeth showing and blue blood dripping from the fangs. Kind of spot on for whoever designed it but whatever.

I listened in apprehension, though my eyes had not left the one called Black Frost, for even a second. Raising its head, the faint light, in addition to the Eye of Insight, revealed Black Frost to be a dashing young man in the late teens. It had cold eyes that seemed to be able to pierce through all things. It made a crest (a cap worn by nobles with a feather attached to it by the side) with its hands. It was not the regular kind of crest, but one he'd made out of frost and tucked its own dragon feather on. It slowly raised the black crest to its head, placing it with all the patience of time, then gazed down upon the men frozen from neck below, and laughed.

“Before today ends, this covenant takes root. Luna Leila will sit with me at council, vote alongside me, and represent our pack to all.” Elijah offered his shoulder. “A wise choice, Alpha.” Henry beamed gently. Leila reached for my hand with both of hers, eyes shining in the dawn’s light. I inhaled deeply, letting my old worry meet new resolve. “We move forward together.” I led them through the courtyard, deeper beneath the newly lit palisade. There embedded in stone, rose a new pillar bearing our new crest: a full moon flanked by three crescents and a single lupine figure. Leila’s portrait and name were carved in the stone.

The crest of the person on whom my coronation depended on them being caught. It was two hours until I went for practice today. All players are supposed to be there with their crest. And that would only mean one thing... Whoever owned this crest would be there with theirs. A small smile formed on my face. The school doesn't make provisions for two crests — it was a rule. One crest per player. Meaning that the player had to guard it jealously. If one's crest got missing, it would take at least two weeks for the person to get another crest. That is, after filling numerous forms.

In the middle of her falling down something caught her. Warm strong arms embraced her before a single bit of her could touch the floor. A soft soothing voice caught her ear. "It is ok, it is not that big a deal" He says and then pecks her on the cheek. A golden light forms and a small crest appears on her cheek where he kissed. The crest is of an arrow piercing a heart. It glows before vanishing. Cupid sighs. "You have received my blessing" He says a little sadness in his voice. She is too shy to ask about it concentrating on the blessing he had just bestowed on her.

She got tears in her eyes as she looked at it. “A family heirloom? For my kids?” She sounded so sad but so hopeful. I put my hand on her neck and gave it a comforting squeeze. I was understanding how much family really meant to her. She pulled it into a hug and just held it so I picked up her present and continued. “And from Scarlet…” I was also in shock as I looked at the cuff links, tie clip and handkerchief with my packs crest etched onto it. I held it up for everyone to see. “This is one of my new lines for the store. Pack Crests etched into different things. These are the mens and those are for the females.” She said pointing at Jennifer’s necklace she was half way in the process of put