Uzumaki Crest Novels & Stories

“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.

"You asked for this months ago. You said you wanted to wear it during the summit to show the pack that you are serious about this union." She opened the box. Inside, resting on a bed of black satin, was the Crest of Fenrir. It was a heavy, silver medallion, ancient and cold. The wolf was etched in obsidian, its jaws open in a perpetual howl, eyes set with two small, blood-red rubies. It was the ultimate symbol of Kael’s line, a relic that carried the weight of a thousand years of slaughter. To wear it as an outsider was the ultimate sign of submission and alliance.

He swallowed nervously and said in a hoarse voice, “Mr. Moonshade, the Crestfalls from the capital, is not just any family. They have influence in many fields, and they are the leaders, if not the pioneers, in the fields that they are involved in. They are a force to be reckoned with no matter what field you are in. “It’s not too exaggerating to say that one word from the Crestfalls can change Sumeria for good. Not only that…” Bruce sounded afraid as he continued, “The Crestfalls from the capital have an army of experts and sacrificial men. Based on what I know, they have a lot of pseudo-martial artists under their command. “The most terrifying ones can cause a blood storm in the city. Now t

“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

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 replied with a smile. "That's huge for you, congrats." "I bought a gift for you to show you my appreciation." She said bringing out a medium-sized box from her bag. "I...wanted to get something expensive for you, so I got you this." Philip accepted it with a smile and opened it, then he brought out a pen, which had his surname CRUZ engrafted in the body of the pen. "I figured out that you love writing because of the letters you send whenever you want to inform anyone." The both of them laughed and Philip took another look at the pen. It was beautifully blue, with some engrafted designs on it.

I felt hollow to the core. The Moonstone Pack's crest was displayed on the wall, its presence commanding and impossible to ignore. In the center, a crescent moon made of polished obsidian seemed to faintly glow, capturing every bit of light as if it held the night sky within it. Stars were etched deeply into the rough granite surrounding the moon, their sharp points contrasting against the smoother stone. Below the moon, a snarling wolf's head emerged, every detail—its sharp fangs, narrowed eyes, and furrowed brow—etched so precisely that it felt alive. The mix of dark obsidian and rugged granite gave the crest a powerful, unshakable presence. It wasn't just a symbol; it was a reminder of wh

Enchantment ink. This wasn’t some cheap note. Kaidën leaned in closer to peer over my shoulder. I could feel his warmth pressing against my back, the air growing thick between us. As I carefully opened the parchment, my breath hitched; the first symbols began to glow. It wasn’t words. It was a crest. One I hadn’t seen in ages but could never forget. My throat tightened. The emblem depicted a broken moon surrounded by three dark talons, inked in ash-black.