Novel & Cerita Uchiha Crest

But first, we had to survive the night. I leaned my head against the window, watching the moon rise higher in the sky—full and bright and beautiful. A blood moon, I realized. How fitting. The battle for Crestfall had truly begun. And I had the sinking feeling that before this was over, a lot more blood would be spilled. To be continued...

“What are you talking about?” Instead of answering, she rolls up the sleeve of her shirt. My blood runs cold. A tattoo. The La Rosa crest stares back at me from her forearm. My father’s crest. “What the…” My voice falters as I step closer, inspecting it. But there’s something different about this one. Inside the rose crest, etched within the intricate design, is a single letter. An I. My breath catches in my throat. The La Rosa crest was reserved only for my father’s children. Every one of us had it, each tattooed with a letter corresponding to our names. Mine had a C for Cara. Agata had an A. Roberto, Alejandro, Massimo, Paulo Jr., Loretta…

The first night she was punished, dragged through dirt and chains, her shoulder had been exposed, just for a moment. Not a scar. Not a wound. A crest. The design was unlike any known to the modern packs. A crescent moon nested in a set of wings, surrounded by ancient symbols. It wasn’t tribal. It was royal. And it burned in his memory like a brand. Charollet didn’t sleep that night. She sat in the corner, legs pulled tight to her chest, watching the spiral she had drawn. Her mind drifted between memories of cold nights with Viktor wrapping her in furs, of Mia wiping mud from her cheek and saying, “You’re not broken. Just lost.”

“…into Rowan, and the Mahesh Mafia. And I think they're connected to the explosion that killed Aria’s mother.” The last line stopped me cold. “What does any of that have to do with…” “Look.” He turned the laptop slightly, pulling up an image. “You know this symbol?” I leaned in. On the screen was a gold family crest with a coiled serpent at its center. The words below it were in old Sanskrit. “That’s Mahesh,” Duke said. “Or more accurately, that's their family crest. They use it on their private jets, sometimes on their company seals.”

Brandon asked her softly as he fingered the beautifully embossed dual leopards that seemed to be mirrored perfectly in thread under the right strap of the pack. “It’s a Crest....It’s been engraved around the house and in the villages. It’s a symbol of our home and our Clan created by Mantilo and by me.” Glen softly explained. “It’s protection Brandon. If any Shifters or Mortals ever mess with you just show them this crest. It will tell them that you are one of our own. That you carry the fury of the Leopard at your side. We will be beside you.. in spirit at least. Connected. Okay?”

she whined, tugging on his arm. Darius? His icy blue eyes drifted to the barbie, and there was a sharpness to them. Annoyance? His gaze returned to me and briefly to the worn tan backpack I’d used sewn on patches to hide holes. His lips turn up ever so slightly. “Uchiha,” was all his deep voice said before he stepped around me and his barbie girlfriend had to struggle to keep up in her sky-high heels. Uchiha? I was confused until I looked at my bag and remembered that I had recently patched it with the Uchiha crest from the Naruto manga and anime. Does he know it?

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.

It was different from the others who held the crest of the Blackmoon pack. This letter had a completely different crest. On finally catching a glimpse of the crest on the new letter, Lena gasped. “That sly creature!” She gasped in outrage. I looked in surprise from her outraged face to that of the Gamma who stood with a straight face. “What is this crest?” I asked. “And what does it mean?” I asked, this time turning to our Gamma for an explanation. Lena looked too angry to explain. He answered almost immediately.

It was fitting he could handle something Cohen was about to tell him. He grabbed a paper and pen from the desk to draw something. A crest. A skull and an hourglass with two scythes forming ‘X’ behind it while the entire thing rested on a star symbol. “What could you tell me about this crest?” he slid the paper to him. Vincent looked at the drawing. He had seen this before. Mira used to tell him about this crest. And she also warned him not to go after anyone who had this crest. His memory wasn’t as strong as hers.

I closed the door, strolled towards the ‘chairless’ table in front of him, and stood by the edge. He then threw a wrinkly, muddy, and full of cavity brown paper. I stared at it, there inscribed a tattoo-like grey dragon mark, and two horizontal swords at the back of it. It is quite familiar, actually. “It’s the mutineers,” He informed. “Mutineers? You mean the Astrays?” I asked, no wonder why this crest is familiar. I came across one before.