Targaryen Emblem Novels & Stories

Satisfied with the response, Harrison raised his voice again, and a hint of excitement appeared on his face. "Do you know what the name 'Targary' means within The Blue Blood Pack?"

This occasion is no different. Her gowns are always largely green. This is a expectation because Harvest Moon pack has a green leaf in the coat of arms and the alpha sigil is the Harvest moon coupled with a fertility symbol. Green means fertility, so it is the best representation of the house other than the orange of the harvest moon. Tonight is no different, her dress is a deep forest green velvet.

This ceremony included several ancient things that she didn't have knowledge about. The big frame which was showing the picture of two long tails of demonic Dragons; the Symbol of Royal authority. Without this, no Royals could assume their title in the Kingdom. Daniel found Maria's eyes were on the symbols of their kingdom. "This is the sign of our kingdom 'VitraVand'. Two demonic dragons represent Fire, Strength, wisdom, love, and bond of hearts", Daniel explained Maria nodded but her eyes were on the picture of dragons who represented a heart symbol. .. .. ..

She bowed in courtesy, then returned her attention to the book she is now holding. The news was spread out to the Kingdom later on that day, announcing the engagement of one of the most powerful family in Enchantia. And soon enough it reached the hearing of a certain pair of long ears. "May is on the move." Jim smirked. "I wonder if she chose the right people to meddle with." He then flip a shiny object in his hand, revealing an emblem made of silver with dual swords hidden behind a shield that have a crown engraved in its smooth surface. It is well-known symbol throughout the kingdom and an evidence that will pull them closer to their culprit.

She's so badass! I just shook my head, smiling. Then I frowned as my eyes shifted on her watch again. "Hey, is that the Earl insignia?" I asked as I pointed at the symbol on the center of the watch. It was a scepter inside a golden circle. "You bought it from the Earl?" Mad frowned and seemed taken aback. "No, someone gave it to me a long time ago. Wait, you know this insignia?" I nodded. "Of course, it's one of the insignia imprinted on the AID emblem, the exclusive sorority for the House of Maidens."

His gaze swept across the hall. "Today, we follow that same tradition." — An attendant stepped forward. In his hands— A small velvet box. — The Grand Elder opened it. Inside lay a golden emblem. — It was the size of a clenched fist. Solid. Heavy. — At its center was the engraved initial: V — At the back— An eagle. Wings spread wide. — But what made it extraordinary were the details. Intricate carvings. Symbols layered upon one another. Each line precise.

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."

“Did the rider state their purpose?” “No, Alpha,” the young man stammered, wringing his hands together. “They are flying a parley flag, but Maren recognized the heraldry stamped into the rider’s shield. She is screaming for the guards to lock the gates.” “What heraldry?” Liana asked, standing up from her stool with her hand dropping to her hunting knife. The healer swallowed hard, his eyes darting toward Ariana with a strange, terrified look. “The crest belongs to the House of Vane. Maren says it is the name of the bloodline your mother betrayed before she fled to Crescent Moon.”

Then, one of his hands seemingly casually rested on my shoulder, using an irresistible tone, he said, "Open it, Delia." I looked at the box in his palm. It was a small box that didn't seem to be able to hold much. My fingers moved slightly, and the black box opened, revealing an exquisite silver oval-shaped emblem in front of my eyes. It was pure white in color, like a fallen star in the darkness. On the emblem, the declaration of the werewolf royal family—Responsibility, Honor, and Loyalty—was delicately engraved in gold. On the back was a raised image of a wolf's head. Tiny yellow gems were set in the eyes of the wolf, representing the noble bloodline of the werewolf king.

Ours. I nodded once, shoulders squaring beneath my emerald-trimmed uniform jacket. The first raven landed on the stone balustrade beside us with a harsh, piercing cry—*krraaak!*—talons scraping granite loud enough to echo off the ivy-covered arches. Its beady eyes fixed on me, unblinking, as if it carried not just a message but the weight of my bloodline’s expectations. The leather-wrapped leg bore my family’s sigil—the Vale crest stamped in dark red wax, the stag rampant amid jagged mountain peaks stark against the deepening night. The parchment tied there was thick, formal, the edges crisp as if cut with a blade, sealed with a drop of blood that still gleamed wet.