Uzumaki Crest Novels & Stories

A soft voice behind me. I turned. It was the same girl from earlier. The one who wouldn’t look away. She stepped forward now, something clutched in her hand. “I found this,” she said, offering it to me. “In the west corridor. Hidden behind the food crates.” I took it carefully. A silver crest. Not ours. Not a known ally’s. It looked old. It looked… dark. Something ancient pulsed beneath the surface. Like it had teeth. “You did the right thing,” I said quietly.

“The crest was colored black and white. The cloak itself was white. Then the crest had a word. No, initials.” “What was it?” “There was a M and a P—” I scoffed. “Fucking bastards!”

After stealing a glance at Rush and getting a nod, he opened the case and turned it towards Izer. I frowned, looking inside the case. The whole black space was empty, and a red jewel shined bright in the middle. I took a step forward to take a good look. A sun-shaped gold crest with a red jewel in the center—that’s all I could make out. It was a crest of some kind. This made me pause and glare at Izer’s back. He was trading me…for such a small thing? This crest didn’t look like the best weapon to ever exist in our world. This didn’t even look important.

It was different from the others who held the crest of the Blackmoon pack. This letter had a completely different crest. On finally catching a glimpse of the crest on the new letter, Lena gasped. “That sly creature!” She gasped in outrage. I looked in surprise from her outraged face to that of the Gamma who stood with a straight face. “What is this crest?” I asked. “And what does it mean?” I asked, this time turning to our Gamma for an explanation. Lena looked too angry to explain. He answered almost immediately.

Visions flashed in front of Nya’s eyes as she tried to rectify what she’d been seeing for the last several days with the scene before her now. All along, she’d thought she’d been seeing Slate in his dragon form in chains, but that wasn’t what she’d been seeing at all. It was this other dragon, the one rising up in front of her now. He looked anything but happy as his nostrils began to flare, and it was quite obvious this dragon’s duty was to protect the Heart of Magic, which Nya could no longer see as it was hidden behind the dragon’s large back.

It was the original, uncorrupted crest of the Black Mountain Pack. ​They carried spears tipped with obsidian and bows made of dark, flexible yew. But it was their eyes that stopped my heart. They weren't the dull, weary brown of ordinary humans or the solid, terrifying gold of the Sovereigns. They were a shifting, swirling silver—the Gene in its purest, most unrefined state, burning with a life force that made the air around them shimmer.

Kaylee went down the stairs and all heads turned to look in her direction. She wore a grey colored crop top and jeans trousers under before topping it with a long blue jacket to match the trouser. Under it all, she wore her best sneakers and pinned all her hair from her back to the side of her face. Her face glowed, one could almost agree that she had no makeup on but actually, Kaylee had used a little makeup on her face. Just a little though. She carried her cross purse and pulled it over her body from her left shoulder to underneath her right arm; the strap went along

he ordered in a composed tone, and I nodded almost instantly. As Deimon left the cave in pursuit of Monica, I remained inside, clutching my arms close to my chest as I nervously ventured further into the darkness. Shortly after, a wave of relief washed over me as my vision caught something nearby. I exclaimed with joy upon locating the Umbra Pack Flag on a cold stone table. A small candle illuminated the area, making it easier to spot. The Umbra Pack flag featured a deep blue background with a bold silver crescent moon at the center, accompanied by three silver rays symbolizing strength, unity, and resilience.

She mumbled, biting the inside of her cheek, impotent to lift her head. Her mind was surrounded with vexations she tried to control but to no avail. When Ruth broke the seal she moved back, allowing Zadicus to come and embed the relic in him as well. They all moved back as Zadicus stared at the relic with dead eyes. It was a silver crest which had a strange pattern of a devil that was twinkling in the dark, indicating the souls trapped inside it in which one of them were Leona’s too now. Taking a deep breath, Zadicus’s heart clenched. This isn’t how he wanted to gain this relic; by sacrificing a comrade.

I drew a breath that felt like breathing in frost to brace myself before continuing. "Twin crescent moons facing outward, locking around a single drop of blood. It was burned into his skin with deep black ink. The crest of the Bloodwyn pack." The silence inside the carriage tightened so fast you could hear the leather groaning under our weight. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice dropping into a lower, more serious tone.