Uzumaki Crest Novels & Stories

I said, breaking the chain he planned to put on him. That was the opportunity I needed, I immediate grabbed Eryx as I gracefully put a crest on the persons forehead. The snow beneath us still reminding us that we were at battle. The figure paused, calculating his steps, I felt he could see through me, that he already knew what I had done. But the crest was supposed to lower his energy, yet nothing, this was unusual, that crest was crafted by my father, my father never misses, so how. Unless… no it couldn’t be what I was thinking.

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

I don't trust Lyra, and I don't think I ever will, but trying to refrain myself from wanting her so badly is an urge I can't fight against. "It's the curse, isn't it?" Damien asked. My fist clenched, knowing that he was right. I hated the part where he knew everything. Clause and Axle aren't aware of the curse that Lyra acted up a few weeks ago. The Curse of the Unbridled Alpha, an ancient affliction that strikes the most powerful pack leaders, renders them helpless against their primal instincts, driving them to surrender to their basest desires and act on impulse. Their control over their actions is fragile as the moon's phases dictate their fate.

Cracked clean through the snout. Elliott kneels beside me, his eyes going wide. “What the hell is this?” I lift it slowly, turning it over in my hands. The inside is smooth with age, worn where it must’ve once fit snug to someone’s face. The outer edge bears a faint design. Three overlapping crescents forming a ring. I know that mark. I know it like my own name. “It’s a crest,” I whisper. Elliott glances up. “Yours?”

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.

Probably because of his tremendous power as an Alpha or just of his nature. Behind Soma, appear Payne and the three of them wearing almost the same outfit, a black tuxedo, the only difference is the crest embroidered on the chest, each prominent family using their own crest on their formal wear. “Wait, Soma, where’s your crest?” She asked Soma when her eyes went to his chest. Smiling at her, Soma poked her nose, “Don’t be so noisy, princess, you do know that I have already cut my ties from Midorikawa.”