Novel & Cerita Noble Family Crest

Always her being protected by everyone while I'm left to the pigs like a lesser piece of trash, blue eyes shining with the princess night painted by Giovanni to please his princess. The golden colors of our family crest are displayed from the tablecloths to the walls with pictures illustrating our importance within the organization, feigning interest in some idiotic conversation with Don Enrico, Giovanni keeps an eagle eye on her from inside his tan suit. Chalk and an easy smile for Don's wife it's impossible to imagine the brutalities his mind is capable of producing.

He slowly moves away her hair at the back of her neck, that's when I saw it. My knees almost buckle As I look at the two marks, I know both well. Both marks have been burnt into her skin, one is the royal crest for Amhets family and the other is my own family crest. Their rings that are normally for wax seals are clear as day on her neck.

After the banquet, inside the estate's study. Victor stood before me, holding the solid gold family crest that had once fallen into a pool of blood. It was the most sacred symbol of power in the Valenti family. "Vivian." His voice was full of pride and relief. "You've proven yourself." He fastened the necklace around my neck himself, the cold gold resting against my skin. "From today on, you are the true head of this family." I stroked the crest, feeling its weight.

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.

Halbert's jaw dropped, He recognized that family crest. It was the Felgrave family. Although almost no one would recognize the crest or family name, they were a secret powerhouse, their money was probably equal to both the royal and all the nobility's combined. Robert had made sure to drill into his head since day one, if this family showed up and told him to crawl on the floor and bark like a dog to make sure he barked as loud as he could while doing it.

The black thread was seemingly ordinary, while the cold bronze and copper metal felt heavy in my palm. “What is it?” I had guessed, but I asked just to be clear. Because this is not the crest I saw over the headquarters. “This is a family crest of sorts. There is only one of this. There is no copy, no hung-on symbol, not even in the Knight Manor, but everyone knows what it means,” he said as he unhooked the thick thread that was holding it together, and he leaned forward, putting it around my neck. I stilled as I felt the cold metal touching my skin.

ELIZA’S POV The sun filtered through the leaves as I led them through the path that opened to the estate's central courtyard. My voice was steady even though I was still angry at Isabella’s words. But I refused to let her throw me off. Not now. "This crest here," I said, pointing toward carving on the archway above us, "dates back to the Second Era. You’ll notice the intertwined serpent and flame motif. It was often used by noble families who had ties to both the Elemental and Shadow clans. But what’s most fascinating is that this specific design only appears in a handful of manuscripts. One in particular—the Fourth Edition of The Northern Chronicle."

Soon as he landed, he marched straight to the Commission and slapped down a new crest design. The old one? Just an eagle. Now? Same eagle, but with Anna's orchid—her favorite—blooming from its head. "From today on, the Ferrante Family crest changes." The elder blinked. "Don, that needs a vote... no one's ever put a flower on a crest." "I'll handle my Family." Shaken, the elder clenched his jaw and took the design to the forge. Leon? He dropped ten mil on a pink diamond and had it set into a ring.

She said. I looked around the house; it looked luxurious and massive. The walls were painted in soft gold and white, with long, flowing curtains that shimmered slightly when the light touched them. Everything looked expensive, the vases, marble floor and even the soft rug under my feet felt like something out of a royal palace. But it was all decorated with the Grey family crest. A silver wolf with glowing eyes on a black shield. “The Grey family crest is everywhere here,” my mom whispered slowly. “I don’t know who rescued us but I don’t think it’s safe here since we are wanted traitors and this clearly belongs to the Alpha’s family.” She said

He said and aimed to take the cloth, but Ashriel stopped him by holding his hand. “It’s okay, Nile. It’s not a big deal.” She said and continued wiping his face and neck. Nile became stiff like a little kid, making Ashriel chuckle. “You said you were once a noble. What name are you carrying?” Ashriel asked. She tried to rack her brain, trying to remember what Noble Family has Brunette hair and greyish-blue eyes. Recalling all the Noble Families under Aparctias and Thrascias, there was only one family with that identity.