Noble Family Crest Novels & Stories

"Auntie Rachelle bestowed it to me after I am done training with Cloudy." My heart leaped out of my ribcage upon hearing that. I took the letter from him and saw the crest of the House of Verlice. The crest was the shield and in the center of it were the three heads of the wolf with vines protecting the edge of the shield. The House of Verlice was one of the 'shields' of the de Carteret royal Lycan family of the Sowinski Kingdom. If one's noble household became one of the 'shields', it meant that you were bound to protect all the members of the royal lycan family.

Adrian “Took you long enough,” my father said, not even looking up as he crossed the room and opened a drawer in his desk. He pulled out an envelope and handed it to me without ceremony. The wax seal was already broken. Figures. It bore our family crest—intertwined with the marks of Volodymir’s clan and the wolves. A mess of symbols trying too hard to say, unity. I thought it was a bad idea back when they designed it, and time hasn’t made it any smarter.

My corpse was already corroded into a pile of blood and bones. What was left of me had already soaked through the earth, thus disappearing from the pit. Other than the rocks and the ropes that once bound me, my clothes, as well as an iron crest, were left on the ground. The crest I wore was the family crest. The logo, signifying the five wolves of the Wilde family, was engraved on the crest. When a pack member died, the other pack members would take turns wearing their crest. It was their way of remembering the dead forever.

From the guard who had worn it into battle. "Her crest," Kaelan said, pointing to the polished one. "And her family's crest again." He pointed to the bloodied one. "Found on one of Asher's soldiers. One of her soldiers." No one else spoke. "Isolde, since your family's crest was also found at the scene, does this imply that your family is also a part of this? Not just you alone?" I looked around the room desperately, searching for one familiar face. One person who would stand by me.

"Yes, the knife belongs to one of the rogues that attacked us. and the funny part is that the crest is identical to the one inscribed in this knife. The design matches the crest of the Lycan royal family. King Theron's family." The words hung in the air like poison. I moved closer, staring at the crest, then at the one that could be seen faintly when observed clearly. I could make out the curved lines, the suggestion of a crown, the distinctive pattern I'd seen flying from banners throughout the summit grounds. "That's impossible," Kieran said, but his voice lacked conviction. "Why would King Theron send rogues to attack us?"

A symbol shaped like a crescent intersected by a claw. Not the council insignia. Not Silvercrest’s mark. A different line of power. Tobias stared at it, voice low. “That’s a family crest.” Lyra’s pulse quickened. “Whose.” Tobias’s gaze lifted to hers, grim and certain. “Morrigan’s.” Lyra felt the world tilt. Not because she hadn’t suspected Morrigan’s cruelty. But because this proved it wasn’t newly born. It wasn’t personal vengeance. It was tradition.

The driver got out first, and then a tall man stepped out from the back seat and opened the car door for me. Giorgio stared at the hand resting on the car door. Veins bulged faintly on the back of the man's hand, and a silver eagle crest gleamed on his cuff. That definitely didn't belong to the Vitoriano famiglia. Franco's expression shifted slightly as he lowered his voice. "Don Vitoriano, that's the crest of the Rinaldi family." A cold light flashed through Giorgio's eyes as he asked, "Which Rinaldi?"

Many opponents have tried to prove that the Di Angelli's did not care about their followers, but none of them are alive today or at least nobody knows where they are located. To be able to distinguish the members of the family Of Knightford, it is enough to look at their hands. On their index fingers is a ring that only members of this family are entitled to own. The precious stone in its center, nobody knows where it comes from, it is a family secret. It is a mixture of amethyst, agate and aventurine that symbolizes protection, clarity of mind and attracts prosperity. I'm not someone who believes in this kind of superstition, but the family Of Knightford is the only family on Edios to have

Jin felt his breath hitch in awe as he stared at his family’s insignia–a silver dragon with four wings embedded with tiny red and black (the Royal family of the North’s colors) stones on the back, rubies. His family’s insignia… painted in the royal family’s colors; Jin wasn’t sure if that was practically a marriage proposal between them or an alliance as Queen and knight in the future. Sir Alfred whistled, impressed. “Oh, but this is just lovely!” Audrey gushed, stepping in to stand next to the Princess, “Such fine craftsmanship… have you gotten it made ahead of time, your highness?” Aria’s gaze didn’t waver from him as he gawked at her, “I already have it made since your young master told m

I went to the spare bedroom where I was relieved to hear that we’re not related but it didn’t erase everything else that had gone one. I heard Evelyn and Connor talking for a bit longer in the living room while I grabbed my book on the royal family and I picked up from where I left off. Unbelievably, it was one thing that survived when the house blew up. But for some reason, I don’t think it was an accident that it survived. There was a royal crest that was on the front of the book and at the beginning of every new chapter of the royal family, that same crest was shown. It had been in the family since the 1300’s and I believed that it is still our family crest.