Uchiha Crest Novels & Stories

“Not random ones either. They both had similar drawings.” I stilled behind her. “What kind of drawings?” She exhaled softly, her fingers tightening around the edge of the dressing table. “A crest… I think. And snakes.” She paused, trying harder to picture it. “The snake curled around the crest like it was protecting it or something.” The brush stopped moving in my hand. A cold realization settled heavily in my chest. Silver Crest pack. Of course. The bastards had finally decided to make their move. My jaw tightened instantly as rage surged through me so fast it nearly blurred my vision. I knew those markings. Every high potential member tied closely to Silver Crest carried that symbol somewh

“Yeah. Fascinating, I know.” Yasha nudged him with her elbow. “Don’t make it weird. She’s cool.” Then her gaze dropped — quick, assessing — landing exactly where my second crest should have been. Her face tightened. “Huh. You’re missing a House sigil.” “Yeah. Why?” I asked, looking down past my nose. Yasha tugged on her own robe, tilting it toward me. Only one crest — Erevar — stitched on the left panel. The right was empty.

Christine said. Azrael felt shivers running down her spine. But one question was still lingering in her mind despite of not taking in every realizations she just discovered. “Where-- how did you get this?” she asked. Christine looked at the Luna as if she asked the wrong question. Or as if the answer was already obvious. It was clear to see that she used her spells but the witch knew she had to explain. “The moment the Crimson Crest pack was attacked, I immediately thought of the Crescent Bow…” Christine started and mumbled a spell that made her look normal without the tiara and the princess dress.

She was never able to howl like a proper wolf. So while everyone, even Laura, was howling and mourning the dead guard, Kiara's eyes lingered on his body. And that was when she saw it. It was a crest, burnt deep into the side of his neck. She had seen it somewhere before. It was a crescent moon with blooming flowers peeking through. The same one she saw in her nightmares.

He opened it to reveal a breath-taking silver necklace holding a brilliant, custom-made crest. I gasped softly, leaning in to look closely at the intricate design. In the center of the shimmering silver pendant was a beautiful, blooming rose—symbolizing my human heritage, my softness, and my family line. Surrounding the rose, holding it with protective, loving power, was a magnificent, royal wolf crescent moon made of pure emeralds, representing his royal bloodline and my status as Luna. "A crest created just for you," Lukas whispered close to my ear, his broad hands gently fastening the chain around my neck. "To honor where you came from, and the royal queen you are today."

Elliot reached for his shirt, and pulled it up, all the way to his neck. My eyes went as wide as saucers, as I gazed at the tattoo on his chest. I could recognise the insignia anywhere. It was the insignia, the crest of the royal family. They had the crest embedded on every single thing they owned. They're flags, drapes, everything. The crest was a of a woman, on top of a horse. From the textbooks I had read about the royal family, it said that the crest symbolised strength, and victory, as the royal family had remained undefeated for years.

Just thorough. They didn’t scream—not until hour two. They didn’t beg—not until hour four. But eventually, they broke. Not all of them. Just one. The scared one. The youngest. He whimpered when I pressed a rune-brand against his collarbone. And then he cracked. "We were paid," he gasped. "Paid in bloodstone and coin. No name. Just a crest." My eyes narrowed. "What crest?" He looked down. As if ashamed. "Twin serpents. Wrapped around a sword."

He sounded unsure of that last. I smirked. “Guess they overexaggerated.” I sat down on the seat in front of his desk, leaving behind Mara who stayed near the door. Afraid of meddling in between us. “I’ll go straight to the point,” I said. “Which clan has a circular crest adorned with intricately drawn lines that form outstretched wings?” The boss’s eyes flickered in recognition but hid it with a crooked smile, flashing his gold teeth. “Ah, you mean the fallen ones.”

he declared, voice resonant and deep, “today marks the union of legacy and power. The Castles’ Cup begins anew and with it, the rise of our next generation of leaders.” Cheers erupted. The ground beneath them shifted, stone rearranging itself into shimmering platforms. The sky split open with aurora-bright light as four crests, a rose, a fang, a dragon, and an eye burned into the air above the arena. Then came the announcement everyone waited for. “And now, by decree of the Academy Council, the Crest of Leadership shall be bestowed upon the newly elected Student President…” Cressida stepped forward, every inch the picture of triumph, silver crown glinting in her golden hair, her Wyverndale i

I explained. “I also thought the same thing too. Only nobles have a crest, but the thing is I don't know which belongs to who." “Could it be the Alpha's crest?" She asked. I shook my head vehemently. "No. It doesn't belong to Alpha Kieran. I've seen his crest many times, and this isn't it.” "That means we have to look at the nobles clearly, and check the insignia on the crests their workers wear,” Freya proposed.