Uzumaki Crest Novels & Stories

Dakota attempts to make a jab while he proceeds to happily ignore her, taking his personal victory. Retrieving the last item within the bag, I pull out a silver parcel. Carefully inspecting the velvet blanket folded up neatly, I unravel the charcoal silk ribbon tied meticulously around it—realising that something has been carefully tucked away inside. With grand embroidered images detailing the dated cloth, I unwrap it carefully before revealing an old leather book stored safely within. Marvelling over the light grey cover, I can’t help but study the beautifully drawn crest sat in the centre of the intricate design—carved perfectly with its lines tinted in a grand shade of crimson, appearing

Headmaster Noah: "And to Maximus Beor, Griff Beolagh, Durmad Gerald, and Alice Astrid, I present this crest." Using the game pieces the four received, I combine them into a single crest before holding it up for everyone to see. Once I do, I award the crest to Maximus and his new team. "This crest represents strength," I say after handing it over. I place my hands on the podium and face the hundreds of students with their eyes on me. I look past the blinding lights and stare right at the students.

“Now, tell me, what did you find about the crest? And why is it so important that Cosimo is having Irina search for it?” “Not much that we might be interested in. At least, not in terms of power for Cosimo.” He said, and I shook my head. It was impossible for Cosimo to be doing something without the urge to want to get more power.” I said, shaking my head. He shrugged and I watched as he pulled a file from his suitcase, handing it to me. His eyes met mine and I opened the file, reading through the papers. The crest was inside, and the second I ran my finger over it, the eyes of the wolf glowed.

“This is for you.” I blinked. “What is it?” “A housewarming present,” Kai said, smiling. I opened it. Inside was a small carved wolf figurine holding an omega symbol. It was… cute. Weird, but cute. “It’s a charm,” Dale explained. “For protection. And good sleep. It'll help you sleep easy so you don't have to spend your night thinking or worrying.” “Thanks,” I said quietly. “Seriously.” .... They left soon after, waving like overexcited puppies.

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?”

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.