Targaryen Emblem Novels & Stories

[Asher] “The crown prince is here!” A celestial guard’s voice rang across the Virgo army, silencing the murmurs as a masked figure strode forward. The emblem of the Solvaris pack was engraved into his golden chest armor, adorned with the complete nine stars of the Swan constellation. The celestials were notoriously selective about who could bear the full constellation. Undoubtedly, this was him — Caelum’s son. Usually, nature announced the arrival of the immortals by adjusting itself to accommodate our auras. So, even though the mouse prince chose stealth — suppressing his aura, minimizing his presence — he couldn’t stop the shift in the elements of nature around him.

*Wyverndale. The fourth castle was a luxurious palace draped in rich colors, with glass domes and twisted towers. Its banner bore a crescent eye, shining with whispers and scents of emotion: Emotion & Influence. *Tenebrae.* And then, there was the fifth castle. Lacking beauty and charm, it gave off an unsettling feeling, a space of wrongness. Its gray stone walls were covered in sickly green moss, with cracks spreading like spiderwebs. Above its door hung a faded symbol of a black sun surrounded by green flames, with the barely legible words: Mystery & Potential. *Umbra.*

His expression held a mixture of confidence and an underlying intensity that hinted at his powerful nature. The crest of House Blackfire, emblazoned proudly on the king’s cloak, portrayed a giant dragon spitting fire. The emblem was a reflection of their fierce reputation and their legendary status in the North. The dragon, rendered in black, appeared both majestic and terrifying, a symbol of the house’s strength and determination.

Golden for the birth of crown Red for bringing up the dawn Niveus for the day of rebirth Blue to bring the magic down White for when one is wilted down Scarlet when the hunt is back again Silver blades rise on victory march Love will patch our tattered hearts Smoke on the summon of spirits you choose Black coffins when endowed are buried down Happiness when the lost returns No forbearance for the illicit affairs Lapis Patera when the pure blades rise Nigros for slaughter of the demonic souls Taç for the pure and just reign.

Baby Robbie extended his hand to touch the scepter token. Jay explained, “They’re family emblems. The scepter belongs to the Ares family, and the python belongs to the Yorks family.” Baby Robbie and Jenson’s eyes widened. “Daddy, did Grandpa Ares and Grandpa Yorks hand you the family emblems?” Jay nodded calmly. “Yes.”

he said as they went. "He fetched the glove without dropping it, yes," said Dale. Allard nodded. "That badge on Devan's doublet, the fiery heart, what was that Black Horn sigil is a crowned stag." "A lord can choose more than one badge," Myra said. Dale smiled. "A black ship and an onion, Father?" Allard kicked at a stone. "The Others take our onion . . . and that flaming heart. It was an ill thing to burn the Seven."

he said as they went. "He fetched the glove without dropping it, yes," said Dale. Allard nodded. "That badge on Devan's doublet, the fiery heart, what was that Black Horn sigil is a crowned stag." "A lord can choose more than one badge," Myra said. Dale smiled. "A black ship and an onion, Father?" Allard kicked at a stone. "The Others take our onion . . . and that flaming heart. It was an ill thing to burn the Seven."

Cat barked back happily. We finally made our way through the throng and walked up three short steps onto a dais where the high table was placed horizontally. It was set like the other tables but this one had two thrones behind it and then two more modest chairs; one to either side of the thrones. Behind those thrones, hanging on the vine-covered wall, was a banner with a device embroidered onto it. The shield outline was filled with a grayish lavender color, like the stones of the castle, and over that lavender field, directly in the center of the shield, was a large, silver star. The symbol of the Twilight Court appeared to be a star, which explained all the star decor... and my name eviden

“She was my friend before I met you. If you wanted to be loved by me, having good chemistry with her would be the best. But, you are the worst bully that I know in this school, and yet you expect me to fall for a woman like you. Who does that?” “Even the Alpha Prince loved her sister who bullied her worst….” Ava uttered, sounding pitifully. Tyrion smirked. “Do I look like the Alpha Prince? What if you approach her sister and convince her to stop bullying Eden…..would you die?” That was unexpected of Tyrion. The whole student was watching, and yet he couldn't control his anger before them. If this reaches the Alpha King or even to Prince Geralt, he might be expelled from his duty as the Princ

Tonight, with dawn breaking crimson over Dawnspire’s spires, she would claim it again—whether the kingdom welcomed her or tore her apart for daring. Her cloak fluttered in the wind as she gazed at the banners. Once they had been her father’s, the sigil of a silver crescent over a field of starlight. Now they bore Thalric Veynor’s crest—a crimson vulture stretching claws wide, dripping with menace. Kaelen Draven stepped closer, the shadowed protector’s voice steady, though his hand tightened on the hilt of his sword. “You still have a choice,” he murmured. “Once you walk through, there’s no turning back. Your enemies will see you, Serenya. All of them.”