Uzumaki Crest Novels & Stories

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.

asked, changing back to a straight face. “Why not it all seemed unbelievable so I should doubt it shouldn’t I?” I replied, trying to make my resolve seem unbelievable. He cherished respect and power more than anything and would do anything to showcase it, that was what I thought and it all turned out to be true, he suddenly threw fireballs from his hands, although I haven’t seen that move before I wasn’t shocked to see that he did it, it was expected from someone like him, he had showcased his top speed as a werewolf the first time we encountered but this was the first time I was seeing the other part of his powers. As expected by the corny man with so much power. “ are more than you think,

“And now Evander’s given them blood to feast on.” She wanted to say something, anything, but words tangled in her throat. Instead, she studied him, the hard lines of his jaw, the way his hands trembled though he tried to still them. She could see the battle inside him, man and wolf both clawing for dominance, neither yielding. After a long pause, he spoke again, softer this time. “Do you know what the crest is?” Her head jerked toward the table where the emerald stone rested. Its veins pulsed faintly, alive even in stillness. “I… I only know what I’ve felt. It called to me.”

One was Morrigan's, sharp, familiar, and unmistakable. The other was unfamiliar. Older. Its lines were more primitive, almost brutal, as if carved by claws rather than tools. It looked like a symbol meant to mark ownership, not identity. Tobias stared at it for a long time. This crest did not belong to Silvercrest. It did not belong to the council. And yet it was here, hidden behind the Blood Seal’s heart. His throat went dry. The scout’s report from the border flashed in his mind. Unfamiliar tracks.

The gown was midnight blue, silver thread sewn into the neckline in the pattern of crescent moons. I stood in front of the mirror and immediately understood what it was designed to do. "You look like a queen," Noor said softly. "I look like bait," I muttered. Zara fixed the last pin in my hair and stepped back. The birthmark sat fully visible against my skin. No powder. No attempt to soften it. In this light, with this dress, I looked exactly like what Lord Faris needed me to be. A symbol. A prize. Something worth reaching for.

A blinding flash of lightning illuminated the entire observatory, turning the shadows to silver white. In that split second of brilliant, unforgiving light, my eyes tracked the trailing end of the scar as it disappeared beneath the fabric of his sleeve. Right at the base of his neck, partially obscured by the white line, was an old brand. The skin was puckered and raised, forming the distinct shape of a curved, broken crescent intersecting an iron crown. My stomach dropped into a freezing void. It wasn't a random injury. It was a symbol. The exact same historical crest I had seen stamped in black wax on the chained Blackthorne scroll.

The ancient crest carved into the center of the white stone was glowing. At first... Only faintly. Thin silver lines awakened beneath the surface like moonlight trapped inside marble. One priest stumbled backward. "The crest..." Another stared in disbelief. "It has accepted her blood." Whispers erupted throughout the Assembly. "I've never seen this." "Neither have I." "What does it mean?" The chief priest didn't answer. His eyes never left the glowing crest. The silver light spread through every carved line of the ancient Moonfang emblem. It pulsed gently. Once.

The wax melted slowly, dripping in a thick, fragrant puddle onto the center fold of the parchment. Before the wax could cool and harden, Aria took the heavy silver stamp resting on the corner of her desk. It bore the new, official crest of Moonrise, the same emblem Silas had carved into the Stone of Vows at the summit. A crescent moon, gently cradling a blooming winter-rose. She pressed the cold silver firmly into the hot wax. The crest settled perfectly into the green pool, leaving a crisp, permanent impression.

I ignored her, grabbing a vest and paint gun and a map as everyone started to get ready. “You will have one hour. Crests are hidden in marked forest boundaries and have some identifying factors so use your sense of smell, hearing and sight to your advantage. There are twenty different crests. The first team to collect the most crests wins.” Excitement rippled through the crowd as we all geared up but I felt anything but excited. I was already at a disadvantage with my lack of abilities and stuck with two girls who hated me. Yay. Mia stepped closer to me as we moved toward the starting line.