Uzumaki Crest Novels & Stories

Despite her delicate condition, she stood upright, exuding an unshakeable confidence and undeniable power. Beside her stood a slightly older woman, Luna Verona, who was equally beautiful, and her presence was equally commanding. Her silver-streaked hair framed a face that bore the wisdom of battles and the love of a mother. Her smile was permanently on her face, and her eyes were locked on the priest before them who held a velvet pillow, upon which rested a crown unlike any other. The Crimson crown’s diamond embedded in its centre, which gleamed fiercely, reflecting all lights upon it in shimmers of colours, pulsing with energy that seemed alive. It was a crown only worn by the crimson Alpha

The lifeless symbols seemed to be singing some kind of sacred chant among themselves. So far, flame trident has always taken the first spot among all the Soul-Armas in terms of appearance, but now the Cursed Arrow has now stolen its spot. Despite such a phenomenal appearance, Creed didn’t even bat an eye at the poor arrow. He was busily glistening at the ball of icy blue flame, craving to burn everything that comes in contact. Inside this ball of flame sat a living, breathing creature that almost took his breath away.

The bow was a shining silver the shape is like the crescent moon in the night sky. “I see you find it familiar.” With Christine mumbling a spell, the bow fell into Azrael’s arms. She touched it and felt the familiarity of the object. She felt tears forming on the side of her eyes. She thought that it was the only visible thing she could hold that reminds her of the Crimson Crest pack. The forbidden weapon that was said to have been given by the moon goddess. Azrael stopped her trail of thoughts and looked at Christine. Does this mean… “Yes Luna. The moon goddess entrusted the ancestors of the Crimson Crest pack with the Crescent Bow. No one knew why she did that but now, I think I know why.”

"What kind of ritual needs a blood moon and a vessel?" "I don't know," I admitted. "But whatever it is, Marcus wasn't just passing along troop movements. He was helping plan something bigger. Something involving your brother." I turned the parchment over, searching the back for anything else, and that was when I saw it, pressed into the bottom corner in dark red wax, half melted from being folded too soon after sealing. A crest. Not Marcus's. Not my brother's. I recognized it the second the torchlight caught the wax, the same crest I had seen stamped across war declarations and treaty scrolls my whole life, the mark of the Silvermane throne itself.

No, not a man; "An Ardanam! A sword hung at his side and his armour, also silver, but much more elaborate and customized for his strong build, was engraved with a strange looking crest, of a three peaked mountain, with the middle peak reaching above the others. Sephora cocked her head, now noticing how handsome this stranger was - but not forgetting that this male was one of authority, as he hadn't even bothered to draw his sword. Sephora didn't move. He was tall, at least 5 inches taller than Sephora, and if that didn't intimidate her enough, his broad shoulders and muscle

The girl sitting across from her said. She has a dark blue kimono with a silver embroidery water pattern. She has the family crest on the back as well. Unlike her two twin siblings, she has ebony black hair and silver eyes. Her hair is short so the only hair accessory she wore was a simple dangling stirling hair pin beside her ear that her maid got for her.

he spits. I squat down to his level. I raise my shirt and there, just above my waistband on my hip, is the Damned Forsaken crest of a raven with a skeletal wing and head sitting atop a skull with a halo leaning against it on one side and a gun on the other. His eyes widen in acknowledgment.

I picture him outside in the snow, coat collar up, not looking back. My chest hurts. He was supposed to protect me, not trade me like a bag of coins. I feel small, alone, cold without his hand, even if that hand only ever hurt. We stop in front of one box. A small lamp on the wall gives dim yellow light. I look at the door. My breath catches in my throat. A crest is carved deep in the wood. Black wolf. Snow around its paws. Stars above its head. The Morozov crest. Even a child knows it. Even I know it.

“the alpha has one too, and so does Loren, in fact, every high-ranking household has an enchanted crest.” “I see,” I muttered as I thought back. I did remember Loren’s crest, the bracelets Tamsyn and Nisha wore housed the same sapphires. I also recalled Lucas’ crest; it pictured a wolf with bat wings. I smiled to myself as I thought about his crest and who he was, fitting. “It just makes going about business easier, that’s not to say we don’t operate better in the dark. It’s just more convenient to be able to conduct business during the times when the rest of the world is awake.” Eskal’s explanation made sense.

She looked just like me, but with dark hair and although she looked tired, she was wearing a big smile as she stared down at the three kids on her lap. That must be our mother..... Where was she? No one mentioned her. . "Lilyyy" I whisper but no response came How exactly does this summoning work? "Lily"... Still no response. I dropped the picture in frustration and picked up a red little box on top of the other gifts. Is it right to open it? .. Why not? They are mine after all. I opened it up and almost gasped at the beautiful necklace in it. With a round blue pendant that glows.... It looks like the moon. The full moon.