Uzumaki Crest Novels & Stories

Just thorough. They didn’t scream—not until hour two. They didn’t beg—not until hour four. But eventually, they broke. Not all of them. Just one. The scared one. The youngest. He whimpered when I pressed a rune-brand against his collarbone. And then he cracked. "We were paid," he gasped. "Paid in bloodstone and coin. No name. Just a crest." My eyes narrowed. "What crest?" He looked down. As if ashamed. "Twin serpents. Wrapped around a sword."

Then, he tossed it to Thiago. "Take a good look at this thing." Thiago picked up the crest. It was made of pure gold and had the letters "NK" engraved on the front. A flying dragon was carved on the back of the crest. His expression changed instantly. "Is this… the Titania Crest?" "Good. You recognize it," Cain responded icily. "Nino wants me to send you a message. Either submit to him or get annihilated. Make your choice."

Lady Jasmine entered gracefully, her silk gown flowing with every step, followed by Lord Eldrin, his leather-bound ledger tucked carefully under one arm. “Your Majesty,” Lady Jasmine said, bowing. “Shall we begin with the invitation?” I nodded. The table was spread with dozens of designs, each more elaborate than the last—embossed crests, intricate calligraphy, hints of silver and gold. I ran my fingers over each one, considering the symbolism of every colour and shape. “This one,” I finally said, pointing to a sapphire-colored scroll embossed with the Blood Crest Pack’s emblem. “It conveys authority and elegance without being… overwhelming.”

My father had a solemn expression on his face, and my heart clenched with anticipation as he reached for a small, ornate box placed on the antique desk. With a deep breath, my father opened the box, revealing a breathtaking sight—the Silvermoon Clan Alpha's insignia. It was a piece of remarkable craftsmanship, made of pure silver, intricately designed to showcase the clan's symbol—the moon, with every detail etched with precision and care. The insignia held immense significance within our clan, a symbol of honor, authority, and responsibility.

He got a frown from Dorin. “Anyway,” Dorin sighed, “I did hear my mom mention the name Yyldirim before, and she once gave me an old pocket watch with a crest on it...” “What was on the crest?” Seb asked. “It showed two intersecting swords with a rose in the middle.” Dorin said excitedly, “I have always imagined it belonged to my father,” he added, “Do you think that’s the Heilig crest?”

He set the ice aside, his large thumb replacing the coldness, pressing firmly against the center of the intricate markings. "The fire isn't coming from your chest, Ivy," Aiden murmured, looking up at me, his gold eyes dark with a new, calculating intensity. "It's anchored right here. This crest gives you an advantage over a lot of people. It bypassed your dead wolf core and anchored directly to your soul." He stood up, pulling me off the edge of the table until I was standing firmly on my feet.

This startled Nicole, who asked, "What's the matter? Are you scared?" She could feel Zeke's fear. 'Yes, I've learned about what the crest means. It's normal for him to be anxious and fearful. However, to be an owner of this crest also means possessing power beyond measure. Only five individuals in the world get to possess such power. Furthermore, I've heard that the fifth owner of the crest in this century hasn't appeared yet. Perhaps someone had hidden it, or perhaps, nobody has cracked and gotten it yet. Who knows?' she thought.

Someone had looked at a small girl, decided her strength was too dangerous to leave in her, and locked it away, and let her grow up grateful for the cage. Grief and rage rose in me together, so knotted I could not pull one from the other. Then the lamp shifted, and the light caught the mark at a new angle, and I saw the thing worked into the curve of the scar. Small. Deliberate. Pressed into me on purpose. A crest. Two crossed spears over a crescent moon. I knew that crest. I had polished silver stamped with it a hundred times in the great house at Silvercrest. I had poured wine under it at feast after feast, unseen, a servant no one bothered to thank.

Raiken heard it through the bond. Blue fire formed around his fists. What are you? The stranger opened his coat. The Stormcrest crest had been carved directly into his chest. Black blood seeped through its edges. I am what remained when your father broke the royal seal. Shin’s blade lowered slightly. No. The man looked pleased. At last, someone remembers. The room changed around us. The seven doors lit one after another. Images appeared across their stone surfaces. Grandmother carrying me through a storm. Tsukiko cutting white hair from my head.

She couldn’t have been much older than me yet her uniform was red, rather than the green uniforms that first years wore and she carried it with quiet dignity, regardless of the reality of her situation. Her crest caught my eye immediately, it was a half moon bronze. Three male students stood before her, blocking every possible escape. Their uniforms were blue, deep, vibrant, unmistakably elite and the crests stitched proudly into their collars gleamed of a gold full moon. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. What were those crests about anyways? One of them, a tall boy with pale hair and lazy confidence, reached out and shoved the girl’s handbag, sending it crashing to the ground. Glass shat