Uzumaki Crest Novels & Stories

Threads of power woven so seamlessly into the fabric of existence that most will never even notice. At the centre of the cavernous space lies the council table. A monolithic slab of dark marble, raw and jagged at the edges, as if it was torn violently from the earth itself. Its veins shimmer faintly, shifting through impossible hues, burnished gold, forest green, a violet so deep it feels like staring into infinity. Carved into its surface is the Crest of The Noctis Assembly, the supernatural council. The same crest that marks my skin.

Elder Maera’s hand rested on Ember’s arm, pride shining clearly in her eyes. Something loosened in my chest; this was the future my grandmother wanted for me. She saw and foretold it the moment she learned of Ember but now I can see… This was what I wanted too, to stand like this beside a woman I would do anything for. Having a mate is not a weakness after all. The warriors in charge moved at Ember’s command as they accompanied the guests through the gate. The next carriage bore a crest I didn’t recognize at first—silver etched against blue. I think that belonged to…Silver Crest. My wolf stirred uneasily.

faintly glowing, shaped like a crescent moon split in half. Zac’s crest. I could only stare, my pulse racing, as the edges of it pulsed with heat. It wasn’t over. It had only just begun.

Rose yelled, joining Susan in the closet frenzy. Susan held up the clothing, Rose had stopped her on. When she looked at it she instantly knew why. "It's perfect." Rose added sizing it up. "Tell me about it." Susan agreed as she scrutinised the cloth even further. "This crest… What are its origins? I haven't seen anything like it before." Her voice was lined with both admiration and curiosity. Linota's eyes dilated, as the dress was brought into the light, she was drawn to the dark intricate stone embedded in it. At this moment, the ice cold alpha woman who seemed to only say a calculated number of words per day felt warm in an instant.

Beta Samuels walks over with the silver pole, handing it to Alpha, the emblem on the end was red, heated up to burn into our skin. “I accept your allegiance and with this crest, I brand you into the Westford pack.” Alpha presses the crest against our arm, the heat feeling nice but the silver burning. The smell of our burnt flesh perfuming the air and I was glad Nina was in control. He pulls the crest away and the burning feeling instantly stops. The crowd erupts in cheer, as she shifts before falling silent when she is fully shifted. I look out and notice everyone was staring shocked. “What’s wrong?” I ask her.

“It means you’ll have a choice soon. And it won’t just be about love or pack or power. It’ll be about what kind of wolf you become, if you let it rise at all.” Silence filled the room. I could feel the shift inside me already, like something ancient had just rolled over in its sleep. It was beginning to wake. The word Crest echoed in my head the whole way back through the woods. Kade didn’t speak, and neither did I. It was one of those silences that didn’t feel awkward. It was thick, like the air before a thunderstorm, charged with everything we couldn’t say yet. I was still holding the map Rosa had shown us, my fingers tracing the ridged edge of that symbol over and over. The Crest of the F

"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

“Fascinating, right? Jarvis was chosen for his ability to glimpse into the future. Ceil for his healing abilities; that's why he's always in the pack hospital. Rune for his shield and lastly Kaizen for his ability to connect with the forest and control it to do his bidding. So tell me, are they the weakest forms of wolves? Lucien has always hated the Sages, nothing new there,” “What about the marks on their faces?” “Those marks on their faces makes them stand out as Sages though I think their eyes are already doing the work,” Roxie agreed. Their eyes made them even more unique than they were. “Is it true Kaizen can't shift and why is it such a big deal?” she whispered.

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.

“She’s already magnificent, and she hasn’t even tapped into a fraction of her power.” I caressed her magic with my own, encouraging it to surface. Zane watched on in fascination as her signature lilac covered our hands. She looked up at me with a breathtaking smile on her gorgeous face. “Yes. She has always been magnificent. I have something for you actually,” he told her. He opened a desk drawer and took out a Toslati that held the family Venscothi crest. “I had this crafted for you specifically. It has a touch of all of our magic. Mine, Leonidas, Macario, Q, and your parents. We wanted you to have part of us no matter where you go,” he smiled and handed it over to her.