Noble Family Crest Novels & Stories

Only those who made contributions to the establishment of the country had crests and were considered the most important. It didn’t take too long for me to find the symbol in the book. Just as my suspicions confirmed, it wasn’t a symbol of Felix, but instead, belonged to a family called Garcia. It seemed to be a relatively smaller family compared to other large names in the book, and there wasn’t as much information about them. It only said that the family was well-known for its wealth. The members were good at business and had financially supported the first king of Wegalla. I assumed that was why they had the honor to be given a symbol.

“I don’t have an appetite. Please tell him to go ahead without me” “......alright, my lady” She closed the door right after, running to her bed to read the contents of the letter. The crest of the house of Selene was a cherub wielding an arrow. They were a famous alchemist family whose main product was love potions for the nobility and commoners. They also sold cures, dominating the market they created. Natalia often exchanged notes with Count Selene as a young alchemist, making the Count her mentor and teacher.

He opened it to reveal a breath-taking silver necklace holding a brilliant, custom-made crest. I gasped softly, leaning in to look closely at the intricate design. In the center of the shimmering silver pendant was a beautiful, blooming rose—symbolizing my human heritage, my softness, and my family line. Surrounding the rose, holding it with protective, loving power, was a magnificent, royal wolf crescent moon made of pure emeralds, representing his royal bloodline and my status as Luna. "A crest created just for you," Lukas whispered close to my ear, his broad hands gently fastening the chain around my neck. "To honor where you came from, and the royal queen you are today."

It helped, but not much. I closed the file I had just finished checking and rubbed my eyes. Suddenly, Estelle gasped. When I looked at her, she was holding an open book toward me. I took it and glanced at the page. At the top of it was a family crest featuring a crescent moon pointing upward with a star flower in the center. It took a moment for what I was reading to process. The name Brand appeared several times in the tree, but that wasn't what stuck out. I knew one of the names on this tree.

No matter where I looked, I was the entertainment for everyone. Our plates are all designed to represent our house crests and it’s weird to see the Blackwell family crest under my food. I push the seared fish out of the way, scraping the white garlic sauce back so I can view it properly. A raven balanced on a blood tipped sword flanked by a serpent and a lion crowned in silver. It was beautiful, a display of color that left me curious behind the designer.

When his hand emerged, it held a small object on his palm—a silver signet, worn but polished, twin crescents engraved back to back. The Mooncrest Crest. He held it out so I could see. “This is our family sigil,” he said. “The Mooncrest mark. Every child of our line wears it. In one form or another.” My mark flared. Heat pulsed under my skin, syncing for a heartbeat with the cool metal lying inert on his palm. A faint echo of silver‑blue shimmered under my bandage, searing. I fought the urge to snatch my hand back. Theron’s eyes flicked to the movement.

Brandon asked her softly as he fingered the beautifully embossed dual leopards that seemed to be mirrored perfectly in thread under the right strap of the pack. “It’s a Crest....It’s been engraved around the house and in the villages. It’s a symbol of our home and our Clan created by Mantilo and by me.” Glen softly explained. “It’s protection Brandon. If any Shifters or Mortals ever mess with you just show them this crest. It will tell them that you are one of our own. That you carry the fury of the Leopard at your side. We will be beside you.. in spirit at least. Connected. Okay?”

they all are sleeping at Walt's family residence without any knowledge of a storm coming the way. a storm that they can't face. a storm that leaves destruction on its way. on the other side, the members working for Patrick are very happy it's been a few since they saw their young master taking action. George was happy thinking finally the young master of the smith family is back. "Those fools don't know what they are playing with " George the smith family Butler shook his head smiling. at the same time, a 4-car Maybach convoy with a Rolls-Royce at the centre of it entered the royal housing society no security guard in the housing society dare to stop them and the cars moved towards a villa o

On the day of the celebration, banners embroidered with the Stewart family crest were hung on the interior walls of the newly renovated castle. The crest was a silver shield with bands on either side, symbolising the title of Baron, with a flying dragon above, symbolising the dragon vein and bloodline, and a long sword and staff crossed underneath, symbolising the family's production of a Knight of the Fifth Class and a Mage of the Fifth Class. At the bottom was a thorn bush, symbolising the family's battles for the kingdom. On one side of the wide square, the original parade platform had been repainted and decorated with flowers as a ceremonial platform, and on the back hung a huge banner e

And there, among dozens of symbols, was the one she'd seen on Isabella's back. The Crest Family Crest: Three interlocking triangles representing Power, Loyalty, and Legacy. The script woven through reads "Sanguis Vincit" - Blood Conquers. Ava stared at the screen, her blood running cold. Isabella had the Crest family symbol tattooed on her back. The same family whose son Roman had put in prison. The same family with alleged ties to organized crime. And she'd just hired Isabella to work at their home. To have access to their property. To be around Ava and Ethan every day.