Noble Family Crest Novels & Stories

As he and Rayne threaded their way passed thick foliage into the clearing that had once been the Palace's great courtyard, he slipped back in time to see the breath-taking vision it had once been. They halted by a crumbling wall that was now at mere ankle height, however his mind's eye saw the gracefully curving crescent moon construction that had been three feet high and made of the palest limestone. In a hushed voice he spoke, bringing to life an era long passed to his silent mate. "The crescent moon was our family's crest. All who saw it knew it signified the Royal House of Ardweni, our great grandmother, and the first of the Vampire Queens. It was the symbol of all that was right in our

“This is going to take a great deal.” “What?” Nyssa asked quickly. “Do you recognize it?” He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached for a magnifying lens from his table and examined the seal more closely. “No,” he said after a while. “I don’t recognize the owner. But I know what it is.” “You do?” Nyssa’s eyes brightened. “Yes,” Papa Ganda said, nodding slowly. “This isn’t an ordinary seal. It’s a family mark. Each noble family in the pack, especially among the old bloodlines, has a unique seal. This one belongs to a family of power.”

“And did the woman identify this person as Jethro?” “She didn’t see any of their faces because they all wore a cloak but she saw an insignia with an eagle sign under the cloak. The eagle crest is a rare one only for prestigious families and there are only two families with an eagle on their insignia of which Jethro is one of them and is the only one living in the castle. The other family moved out of the castle years ago,” He explained. If it was Jethro then that explains him making a fuss about being locked in with the others as the search was ongoing. Was he in a hurry to meet with the family?

He pulled the maximum zoom the software allowed and ran the enhancement protocol. The design resolved into a crest. A shield, two crossed keys. The Churchill crest. Not the Churchill Sentinel corporate version — the older version, the family crest, the one that appeared on the gate at Blackthorn and on the original estate documentation and on objects that had been given as gifts within the family's social circle for decades. Marcus sat back. A privately gifted pin. The kind that moved within a network of relationships, given by members of the Churchill family to people in their immediate orbit. The kind that Adrian might give to someone he wanted to mark as connected to him without saying it

It was a fairly large book that read Family Crests. I got excited and stood up waiting for him to open it. “It so happens I was familiar with that story and I have done my research on blood lines as a hobby.” Paul flipped a few pages in and stopped when it said ‘The Abbett Family’ and below it was a crown with a sword threw it. I was let speechless. Alpha Paul read the text,

The royal purple leather-clad book was thick and held multiple poems within its hardcover. I traced my thumb over the gold crest stamped on the front. It was our family crest and what our pack was known as. The crest was a mountain with a rising sun. Two wolves stood in front, facing one another and howling upward. It was something similar to the mate bond marks Sydney and I had. I opened to the first page and took a seat and the edge of the bed. There, I found a picture of my sister and me.

The crown is ornate, made of pure gold and decorated with two rearing Pegasus at the front, either side of the family crest and more horses complete the rest of the design as it continues around my head. This was not the crown my father wore, nor my great grandfather. It was in the family vault stored away forever because our family had lost the connection to the old gods and therefore changed the symbols for simple horses instead. But now that I have that connection to Aethon the true crown of Equivale can be worn again and I plan to do everything in my power to earn the right to continue to wear it each and every day. The kingdom erupts into the largest party I have ever seen, and I hurry

“It suits you.” Noah glances at me, cheeks pink. “Raven’s is the same.” He turns slightly so they can see the crest clearly, the family symbol bold and sharp, and the blue flame curling around it like living ink. Emily nudges me. “Show yours!” I shake my head, laughing nervously. “It looks just like his.” Noah squeezes my hand. “Same crest. Same flame. Same bond.” Mom’s eyes soften as she looks at me. “It’s beautiful, sweetheart.”

She snuck across the chilly floor and cursed the loud sound of her bare feet peeling off the polished concrete. The door was solid steel with the family crest carved into it, and she anchored her attention on it. Minnow had been taught the history behind the family fleur-de-lis since she was a child. Her fingers trailed over the familiar design. The shape of the crest was a full moon with the outline of a waxing crescent. She was told the moon was said to have the same sovereignty by night that the sun had by day. The waxing crescent reflected the new moon, showing the family were always ready to go forth with new light and added energy.

I just shook my head and listened as he continued speaking. “Each family carves their family crest onto the stones of their home, its similar to how human’s number their doors, it’s how we find each other. Each member of a family has a different symbol that they are given at birth, sometimes it’s an animal or even a simple design, but everyone is different. Additions are made to the carving when people get married, move out of the home and when they die. That's your family crest.” He pointed to a large stone set above the doorway. The carving was of an intricate interlocking pattern, similar to a Celtic knot, a design that was very familiar and I found myself playing with the pendant around