Uchiha Crest Novels & Stories

I wanted the tip to be sharp enough to slice through armour plated steel. A symbol appeared in my mind. It looked like a crest. It looked like a wolf standing proudly, exuding an aura of authority. The floor the wolf stood on was adorned with blooming flowers and foliage. At the base of the crown lay a shield and it had the four elements in its design. A crown was resting at the wolf's head, carved with designs of the moon. I added the image of the crest to the arrow before I materialised them. I made six all at once. I unconsciously add the crest to my already designed bow.

I pleaded. "Then explain this? Explain why the Silvercrest pack found your father's beta crest in the Nightingale pack. The beta crest, as we all know, is a symbol of authority, and it does not leave the owner's side at any time unless you have given it out," the alpha announced. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" The alpha demanded, and my father sighed.

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.

On either side of the werewolf, towering pine trees stand with their branches reaching upward, creating a frame around the shield. A banner unfolds below the werewolf, bearing the pack's motto in bold, silver letters: "Umbrae Noctis, Virtus Luporum" – translating to "Shadows of the Night, Strength of Wolves" from Latin. A border encircles the entire crest, adorned with swirling patterns resembling storm clouds. Electra knew the crest well. It had been everywhere when she had been growing up. The dark werewolf seemed to always be watching, judging, condemning. She had always hated the crest. It surprised her when she did not see the crest.

Both men looked in the mirror to tighten their ties before reaching for the suit jackets with the Crystal River crest on the breast pocket. “Where is she?” Stephen asked. Wyatt’s eyes landed on the crest that he had seen all his life. An elongated shield with a crescent moon hanging with golden constellations of the night sky. In the center stood a majestic werewolf, his golden fur lit with hints of deep red and light blue. Willow trees that were adorned with golden threads in their branches and leaves with a pale blue-ribbon banner ran along the bottom with the motto emblazoned in scarlet red. Flumen Crystallinum, Custodientes Noctis – Crystal River, Guardians of the Night.

After stealing a glance at Rush and getting a nod, he opened the case and turned it towards Izer. I frowned, looking inside the case. The whole black space was empty, and a red jewel shined bright in the middle. I took a step forward to take a good look. A sun-shaped gold crest with a red jewel in the center—that’s all I could make out. It was a crest of some kind. This made me pause and glare at Izer’s back. He was trading me…for such a small thing? This crest didn’t look like the best weapon to ever exist in our world. This didn’t even look important.

then whoever was hunting me was more dangerous than I'd imagined. My gaze drifted back to the old book lying open on the table, the illustration of the ancient king seemed almost alive inside the candlelight. The silver mark around his wrist...the same one I'd seen. "The symbol...and I reached to the page but stopped just before touching it. "What exactly does it mean?" Kael joined me beside the table, and whispered. "It is known as the Moon Crest." "The Moon Crest," I repeated. "It only appears when the bloodline begins to awaken." I sighed.

"Then the mountains truly are magical." The old man sat opposite them and unrolled the parchment. Faded ink covered the page. Two symbols dominated the center: the crescent of the Cators and the wolf of the Voss family. Intertwined tightly which was syrange. Cinthye's face crumpled into a frown. "Why are our crests together?" Aurelio looked from one of them to the other. "Because they were never meant to be enemies." Her body went still. "Read the last line," he said.

In his investigation into her past, he learnt that her aunt was a witch and that bloodline was not just present in her aunt but also her mom, which made Marissa a part of it. He did not want to drag this anymore and wanted his Marissa as soon as he could get her. His people were also waiting and apparently in some danger. “I have a crest buried deep in my chest. A crest of the Lycans that has been rumored to be extinct alongside my parents. It is one of great power that I hold very dear to me. You can have it but I want to be with my mage before the break of dawn”. He says with finality in his voice, knowing very well that it would cause him immense pain to dig that crest out but he was dete

Swift. Aria spun just in time to see a figure descend upon her, blade raised. She blocked with her own just in time. Metal clanged, sparks flew. The attacker was masked, movements refined, precise. Not a rogue. A soldier. Her blood ran cold. She ducked a strike and landed a punch, knocking the mask half off and her heart stopped. On the attacker’s chest, etched in silver and crimson was a crest. A wolf curled around a rose. The Silverpine crest.