Friendship Crest Novels & Stories

"Hold the fuck up Liam!! Why are you asking me about that letter and don't say it because you saw something that reminded you of the start and moon symbol crest on the top because I swear fate is fucking playing with us It is about that symbol, but I don't understand??" Liam eyes become wide when he sees his cousin outburst, "How did you know I'll ask about it?" "Because it appeared to me too." Zia said and closed her eyes. "Well not me but someone I know." "May I ask who?" Liam ask again. "I can't tell you that before I ask him." The Royal Pack Official symbol, The Royal Pack consisted of five start and one moon lined vertically creating a phrase. The crest was unique and is said to have ap

Elliot reached for his shirt, and pulled it up, all the way to his neck. My eyes went as wide as saucers, as I gazed at the tattoo on his chest. I could recognise the insignia anywhere. It was the insignia, the crest of the royal family. They had the crest embedded on every single thing they owned. They're flags, drapes, everything. The crest was a of a woman, on top of a horse. From the textbooks I had read about the royal family, it said that the crest symbolised strength, and victory, as the royal family had remained undefeated for years.

In the children painting red and black stripes on their cheeks, imitating the Royal Military crest. The enemy had made a mistake. They had given Aeternum something to unify against.

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.