Uchiha Crest Novels & Stories

Blue fire spread across the wall, tracing an outline hidden beneath the stone. A door. Old iron hinges. No handle. The metal was marked with a crest I had seen once before. A black sun crossed by three silver claws. Hayate stepped back. His sleeve shifted. For the first time, I saw the same crest burned into the skin near his elbow. Kiyomi saw it too. She released him. “What is that?” He pulled the sleeve down. “Nothing.” The door opened from the inside. Cold wind swept through the vault. It carried smoke, wet earth, and the sharp scent of old blood.

“The crest was colored black and white. The cloak itself was white. Then the crest had a word. No, initials.” “What was it?” “There was a M and a P—” I scoffed. “Fucking bastards!”

“the alpha has one too, and so does Loren, in fact, every high-ranking household has an enchanted crest.” “I see,” I muttered as I thought back. I did remember Loren’s crest, the bracelets Tamsyn and Nisha wore housed the same sapphires. I also recalled Lucas’ crest; it pictured a wolf with bat wings. I smiled to myself as I thought about his crest and who he was, fitting. “It just makes going about business easier, that’s not to say we don’t operate better in the dark. It’s just more convenient to be able to conduct business during the times when the rest of the world is awake.” Eskal’s explanation made sense.

he spits. I squat down to his level. I raise my shirt and there, just above my waistband on my hip, is the Damned Forsaken crest of a raven with a skeletal wing and head sitting atop a skull with a halo leaning against it on one side and a gun on the other. His eyes widen in acknowledgment.

“No, no, princess. I still cannot get over the gift. You may be right. The Hoshi-no-tama may very well work both ways. However,, that means we are connected forever now. What is that on your hand?“, he asked. She looked at her hand and saw nothing on it. She held it up and looked his question at her wrist. “It was on me when I woke up. I have the matching one on my neck.“, she said with a smile. “May I?“, He said as he took her wrist and peered at the bracelet on her wrist. He moved closer to look at the one on her neck. They were of the same design. “Come with me, princess.” He pulled her up from her spot on the veranda and led her into his room again. He went over to the wall and moved som

“Is there a traitor in the wolf territories working for Vaelor?” His eyes fluttered as he tried to speak. But only blood came out. It ran over his chin as he cried softly. Ivan exhaled through his nose, stepping back as he wiped his bloody knuckles with a cloth. “He won’t break, Alpha. Internal team. Trained to hold information.” he pointed at the stitched crest on his chest. A red crescent moon pierced through by a silver thorned crown. Beneath it, a winged serpent coiled around a bleeding chalice. Thin crimson thread marked the edges of the symbol, carefully sewn like it meant something sacred.

Lucien said he would be waiting for me. There he stood, like a fucking god in this school. I wouldn't be shocked if he had some people worshipping him at odd intervals in his family mansion. Subconsciously, I looked at the Ravenscroft crest on the side of the wall, and suddenly, a chill ran up my spine as the earlier words of Ms Vale echoed in my mind. 'Iron cuts deeper.' The crest was made of iron, and it was the Ravenscroft family signature. Could it be that she referred to Lucien?

"I'm heading out now. When Mom leaves her room, tell her that I'll be back by ten in the morning." They nodded and I made my way outside. Higan had already arrived a few minutes ago but Marcy didn't want me to go anywhere without her finishing my hair. I wondered why they put so much effort into this despite Higan being very much a man. I opened the door and stepped out of the house. Higan was leaning against his car in a white long sleeved dress shirt and black jeans. His eyes raked over me and I blushed at how he was shamelessly checking me out.

And they were the only family I had left. Years ago, the werewolves had fought so hard to protect the human world from other supernatural creatures and the five most powerful packs shared different crests that contained different supernatural creatures. It was a passage to the underworld portal and each crest was kept in the sacred hall and bound by heavy chains. Ever since I transformed to my werewolf form when I was just 14, I always had nightmares about the crest, I felt a part of me was locked in there and I would always see a pale looking woman call unto me to save here and the more I delayed, she ended up drowning in the lake. It always repeated itself day to day.

"And he takes punctuality very seriously. We should begin the tour—there's so much to show you." Anna fell into step beside her, questions multiplying with every footfall. 'What is this place? Why am I being treated like honored pack?' "Welcome to Mooncrest Estate," Isabeau announced as they descended the staircase into a vaulted entrance hall. Moonstone crystals glittered in chandeliers overhead, catching the afternoon light. "Ancestral seat of the Ozeth bloodline." "JB is the head here, right?" The words escaped before Anna could stop them. "Master Jebediah Ozeth is Alpha of the Mooncrest Pack and current patriarch of the Ozeth dynasty,"