Uzumaki Crest Novels & Stories

The Headmaster’s voice rose once more: “Three trials shall test your strength, unity, and wisdom. Only one Castle will claim the Crest of Dominion before the day’s end!” Four beams of light erupted, red for Noctis, silver for Lupaxis, gold for Wyverndale, violet for Tenebrae, rising into the sky and intertwining like serpents of flame. Students cheered, stomping their feet as banners rippled in response. The scent of ozone and magic filled the air. Seraphine stood at Wyverndale’s section, her blue robes fluttering in the wind. Even though she wasn’t chosen as an official champion, she felt her pulse racing as if her fate were tied to this.

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.

" Nick asked. "What symbol could those people have that vary from each other?" Phil asked. "The symbol on the back are what separates them from each other. The black cards, the kind that are used by premium members and executives, there is the dragon crest, which is only for the president of the company, the young master, the lion crest is for Mr. Harris,the vice president, the wolf crest are for the security team that prioritize young master only." "Whaat??... You have a security team just for you!" Alex said.

she whined, tugging on his arm. Darius? His icy blue eyes drifted to the barbie, and there was a sharpness to them. Annoyance? His gaze returned to me and briefly to the worn tan backpack I’d used sewn on patches to hide holes. His lips turn up ever so slightly. “Uchiha,” was all his deep voice said before he stepped around me and his barbie girlfriend had to struggle to keep up in her sky-high heels. Uchiha? I was confused until I looked at my bag and remembered that I had recently patched it with the Uchiha crest from the Naruto manga and anime. Does he know it?

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.

he explained to me. It was easy to see that their deaths still weighed heavily on him. Time did not heal all wounds… Nope. It just gave us new perspectives on how to deal with it. I was right when I said this was old. Inside the box was a pin of the Precoza crest. “The Precoza Crest,” he began, taking the pin and fastening it on my suit, “is a sun with the P in the center of it as a reminder that the chosen rulers were to ensure that their people did not fall into the darkness. They were meant to be the lights within that darkness to bring them out of it. If anyone can do it this time then it will be Imeela, Jackson, and Zeus Precoza.”

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.

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.