Uzumaki Crest Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Both men looked in the mirror to tighten their ties before reaching for the suit jackets with the Crystal River crest on the breast pocket. “Where is she?” Stephen asked. Wyatt’s eyes landed on the crest that he had seen all his life. An elongated shield with a crescent moon hanging with golden constellations of the night sky. In the center stood a majestic werewolf, his golden fur lit with hints of deep red and light blue. Willow trees that were adorned with golden threads in their branches and leaves with a pale blue-ribbon banner ran along the bottom with the motto emblazoned in scarlet red. Flumen Crystallinum, Custodientes Noctis – Crystal River, Guardians of the Night.

The liquid metal sloshed softly, thick and glowing like liquid fire in the gray afternoon light. "My Queen," Varik bowed, offering the handles of the heavy brass bowl. I stepped forward to the edge of the massive basalt monolith. Carved five inches deep into the face of the granite was our crest—the twin crossing broadswords wrapped in the sharp, geometric lines of the sovereign flame. I didn't reach for an iron stamp. I drew a deep, steady breath, letting the freezing air fill my lungs, and brought my right hand down toward the molten lead.

Now it sat unlocked and waiting. She opened the lid. Inside, nestled in dark velvet, lay a brooch—no, a crest. A symbol she didn’t recognize. It bore the image of a wolf entwined with a moon, its eyes twin rubies. The metal shimmered faintly with a strange energy, ancient and unknowable. “What is this?” Liora’s lips curved into a weak smile. “Your birthright.” Rhea’s brows drew together. “I don’t understand. This isn’t the Bloodmoon crest.”

The silver crest that once bound the packs now lay shattered at its base, its fragments gleaming faintly under the morning sun. He stepped forward. “Then let’s give them one.” ***************************** By midday, the courtyard had filled with wolves, some wounded, some trembling, all bearing the marks of the long night. They formed a wide circle around the dais, silent and watchful. I stood beside Kael as Storm and Milo flanked us. The ashes from the pyre had been swept aside, replaced by a simple silver banner bearing the mark of the Crescent Moon, Kael’s lineage, and now, mine.

"Zu! Wake up and stop this!" But the pain surged too much. Everything went black. I fell unconscious.and right then, a silver mark bloomed over my heart: the Mistborn Crest, complete at last.