Romans & histoires Targaryen Emblem

These were the ones that Malfoy Zacob had left behind for them. “Look at this emblem,” he said, pointing at the crescent moon and eagle logo of the organization that had dealt with Malfoy. Then he pointed at the silver locket on the table. “At a glance, these might look different, but if you look closely,y they are pretty much the same design.” Jack’s eyes widened in surprise when he heard Levian’s explanation. He had not seen it before, but the resemblance was there. As the silver locket was designed to cater to females in particular, the emblem has been modified to fit the taste.

Put me out of my misery by killing me fast, like I often did to my victims. The echoes of the metal-capped boots of the household guards echoed through the halls. Upon closer inspection, I saw that the eagle's head on the 7th region symbol was the House Calore emblem. Their identifiers, III*** (the third rank with three stars), could be found underneath the crest. It indicates that they are exceptional warriors. Maybe their talent is innate, and that's why they're a III***.

He blinked up at her, and for a second, she felt an odd flicker of pity and understanding. Then she saw the emblem, a flash of metal at the fallen rogue’s chest as he crumpled from Thom’s counterblow. Korra lunged, her hand closing around it before anyone else could claim it. The sigil was a broken crescent moon entwined with a black braided knot. It smelled faintly of oil and river mud, someone had deliberately marked him. “A planted emblem,” Korra shouted. “They want us to think this was a routine raid, they want to point a finger at rogues.”

My father had a solemn expression on his face, and my heart clenched with anticipation as he reached for a small, ornate box placed on the antique desk. With a deep breath, my father opened the box, revealing a breathtaking sight—the Silvermoon Clan Alpha's insignia. It was a piece of remarkable craftsmanship, made of pure silver, intricately designed to showcase the clan's symbol—the moon, with every detail etched with precision and care. The insignia held immense significance within our clan, a symbol of honor, authority, and responsibility.

The palace is surrounded by a soaring cobblestone wall that is only broken up in the middle by a huge iron-wrought gate. I keep staring at it. It is as terrifying as it is lovely. I want to run, and I want to get closer to it at the same time. As we got closer to the iron-wrought gates, my gaze was fixed on the enormous structure. Upon closer inspection, I can see that the iron bars of the gate have been crafted to resemble the Gahndor insignia, which is a two-headed serpent curled in on itself. Their symbol has always seemed appropriate to me, and I even believe the architects made that deliberate decision all those years ago. Everyone is aware that a Gahndor bite can be fatal, after all.

The Hollow King stepped closer. His expression slowly filled with recognition. "I have." Everyone turned toward him. He reached out carefully, fingertips brushing the carved emblem. "My mother wore this." Silence. Complete silence. "My grandmother too." His voice had become almost distant. "I thought it was simply our family crest before Blackwood." Elowen shook her head. "No." Her golden eyes never left the symbol. "It predates every kingdom." The mountain pulsed. Agreement. Eleanor's stomach tightened. "What is it?"

Rage said quietly, showing him the mark. Draven’s jaw tightened. The coin bore Corvin’s royal crest — a black falcon with two crossed swords. The room erupted in noise. Shouts. Accusations. Some of the Moonfang warriors jumped from their seats, growling. Liora pressed a hand to her stomach and tried to steady her breathing. Draven’s hand came down on her shoulder, firm and protective. Rage raised his voice over the noise. “Silence!” The hall went still again.

Enchantment ink. This wasn’t some cheap note. Kaidën leaned in closer to peer over my shoulder. I could feel his warmth pressing against my back, the air growing thick between us. As I carefully opened the parchment, my breath hitched; the first symbols began to glow. It wasn’t words. It was a crest. One I hadn’t seen in ages but could never forget. My throat tightened. The emblem depicted a broken moon surrounded by three dark talons, inked in ash-black.

"O, Moon Goddess, The Mother of this planet, the one who offers her sweet gentle light to heal us, we, the kingdom of Zephyr, today, crown the Royal blood, the chosen one by you to be the Queen of this kingdom. Please accept her as your strongest soldier, the one who will lead the packs. " Aunt Emerald stepped forward, the crown of our ancestors held delicately in her hands. With a careful, practiced motion, she placed the crown on Tyrion's head first, then mine. "Alpha Tyrion! The Greatest Alpha! We are blessed to have you! " The pack erupted into cheers, their voices echoing through the clearing. I managed to smile, but the thumping of my heart grew louder, more insistent. "Long live the Q

Especially ones, if I understood correctly, who looked very out of place. "My Lady, you do not know me, why extend such an invitation to one who can be a threat to you and yours?" He glanced behind me, towards where Cyra stood. There was something on him that even she had missed. An emblem hung around his neck, moving every now and again when he came closer to help me. It was the symbol of my house. Of Tenebris. One that only my people knew of, and the humans who had served us many years ago, when we were not just legend and myth. "I am usually a good judge of character, Govander," I answered and turned to leave, not allowing him to reject my offer. I caught a glimpse of him clasping at his