Uchiha Crest Novels & Stories

The contradiction haunted her. Needing distraction, she spent the rest of the day reading, pacing, searching for anything about him. But there was nothing. No written trace of Axel Morino or the elusive Morino family. Mafia ghosts. The only thing she could find was the family crest—a black, double-headed dragon branded into the doors, carved into the headboard, stitched into the fabric of certain furniture like a hidden warning. A dragon. Two heads. One beast. Two sides of the same man. Her fingers brushed the branded insignia, tracing the outline over and over again. The symbolism wasn’t lost on her.

My corpse was already corroded into a pile of blood and bones. What was left of me had already soaked through the earth, thus disappearing from the pit. Other than the rocks and the ropes that once bound me, my clothes, as well as an iron crest, were left on the ground. The crest I wore was the family crest. The logo, signifying the five wolves of the Wilde family, was engraved on the crest. When a pack member died, the other pack members would take turns wearing their crest. It was their way of remembering the dead forever.

“What is it?” The warrior held out a dagger, its blade still dripping black ichor. But it wasn’t the weapon that chilled me. It was the crest etched into its hilt. A serpent, coiled around a crown. Kale’s jaw tightened as his golden eyes narrowed. “That’s not Darius’s mark.” My stomach dropped, a shiver racing down my spine. Then whose was it?

He spun Tabitha in a circle and relieved an insignia embroidered on the front of his tunic, a thunderbolt encased in a new moon, essentially a thunderbolt in a circle. 'What a stupid crest,' she thought rolling her eyes. 'I will never wear that.' She scanned the room to see what her father's pack insignia was but she couldn't find anything anywhere. But she instead found her father laughing with an older woman with grey unkempt curls wearing the same stupid insignia on her dress. She approached them sitting at the head of the banquet table. They smiled at her arrival. "I see you did not change," Anthony laughed. Layla brushed her oversized tunic. And sat down next to him.

It was an unfamiliar crest that made her frown. She questioned, “What kind of crest is this?” Miles bit his lower lip, “From the looks of it, it is a scorpion crest. Back then, there was this famous family scorpion crest that was known for the quality of their blacksmith. However, one night, their residence was burnt and nothing and no one was left,” he looked at the crest again, “I don’t know why the same crest appeared again.” Lixien held the crest and hid it in her spatial ring. She inquired seriously, “Did you find it in the slums?”

Four crescent moons faced the four basic directions and in the center was a diamond. Bryant Grevalli of Madfur Okami pack stuns up in his three-piece suit. Gray outer, darker silver vest, and a maroon inner sleeve. So as his trousers were colored gray. His pitch-black hair was brushed sideway formal style and his thick brows matched his fashion taste. On the same side where pack emblems are stitched, Madfur’s double slanting crescents led by an astra.

Her bare wet breasts pressed against my chest. The mark on her neck was already starting to take shape. It wasn’t like the one I remember my mother and Nonna baring. It wasn’t the D’Amore crest with a trio of stars; a star for the Alpha, a star for the Luna, and the center star slightly more prominent for the pack angled across the shield flanked by howling wolves. This was new. The shape was still murky, but I blinked, reaching out to trace the faint design with my index finger. It was the same pattern I’d licked into Crista’s skin barely over an hour ago.

Dakota attempts to make a jab while he proceeds to happily ignore her, taking his personal victory. Retrieving the last item within the bag, I pull out a silver parcel. Carefully inspecting the velvet blanket folded up neatly, I unravel the charcoal silk ribbon tied meticulously around it—realising that something has been carefully tucked away inside. With grand embroidered images detailing the dated cloth, I unwrap it carefully before revealing an old leather book stored safely within. Marvelling over the light grey cover, I can’t help but study the beautifully drawn crest sat in the centre of the intricate design—carved perfectly with its lines tinted in a grand shade of crimson, appearing

"Hold the fuck up Liam!! Why are you asking me about that letter and don't say it because you saw something that reminded you of the start and moon symbol crest on the top because I swear fate is fucking playing with us It is about that symbol, but I don't understand??" Liam eyes become wide when he sees his cousin outburst, "How did you know I'll ask about it?" "Because it appeared to me too." Zia said and closed her eyes. "Well not me but someone I know." "May I ask who?" Liam ask again. "I can't tell you that before I ask him." The Royal Pack Official symbol, The Royal Pack consisted of five start and one moon lined vertically creating a phrase. The crest was unique and is said to have ap

My breath hitched as my eyes focused on Alex’s neck and the mark that had taken shape while we’d been wherever that was. Alex shifted slightly, his fingers brushing over his shoulder where my teeth had sunk into him. The wound had already healed, but its imprint was unmistakable. I sucked in a breath. It was MY crest. The Pierce family crest. A protective wolf poised on a boulder, framed by an intricate weave of branches. It wasn’t just any mark. It was My mark. It was a part of him now.