Uzumaki Crest Novels & Stories

I said as she led the way past the apartment blocks and over to a huge building. The pack ground was huge, although it lacked that homely touch that we would see back home with young pups running around or the occasional garden outside certain houses, it was still an impressive pack. He even had a pack crest. Damn… I smiled as I looked at it; two wolves, ready to attack, a moon with a crown between them and three claws running across the entire crest. I ran my finger over it and smiled. I had seen this same crest somewhere else... but I couldn't place where I had. It was beautiful…

The heirloom has rested upon the brow of every ruling alpha of the Crescent Moon Dominion for centuries, forged from sacred lunar metals and blessed with ancestral wards designed to protect our minds from foreign intrusion. Yet, right now, embedded seamlessly into the intricate filigree of the front crest, a foreign anomaly throbs with a sickly, synthetic luminescence. It looks less like a gemstone and more like a living, mechanical parasite, its facets shifting and melting into the ancient metal as if it were always meant to be there.

It was an unfamiliar crest that made her frown. She questioned, “What kind of crest is this?” Miles bit his lower lip, “From the looks of it, it is a scorpion crest. Back then, there was this famous family scorpion crest that was known for the quality of their blacksmith. However, one night, their residence was burnt and nothing and no one was left,” he looked at the crest again, “I don’t know why the same crest appeared again.” Lixien held the crest and hid it in her spatial ring. She inquired seriously, “Did you find it in the slums?”

I looked up at Elias again and he smiled. “The metal is platinum, and the two stones are moonstone and obsidian,” he said. “This was my sisters and the official crest of the Crescent Dawn pack, the pack I grew up in.” I looked up at him in concern. This wasn’t just a pretty piece of jewellery, this was a major significant piece. “It’s beautiful,” I said, “But I couldn’t wear it, it’s so important to you,” and he smiled “Not as important as you,” he said and took the pendant, which was attached to a delicate chain, from the box and held it open to place around my neck.

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.

“You’re not leaving anywhere.” Then I saw his men gathered, with weapons—guns and knives and machetes were pulled. Saint cracked his neck lazily; James swallowed hard, but he stood firm. Zic stepped slightly ahead of me with his cold, battle gaze. I reached into my coat calmly for the crest, placing it gently on the table. “Touch us,” I said quietly, “and this crest becomes your death sentence.” Baron Kress stared at it for a while then he recognized it immediately and went pale.