Vegeta Family Crest Novels & Stories

No matter where I looked, I was the entertainment for everyone. Our plates are all designed to represent our house crests and it’s weird to see the Blackwell family crest under my food. I push the seared fish out of the way, scraping the white garlic sauce back so I can view it properly. A raven balanced on a blood tipped sword flanked by a serpent and a lion crowned in silver. It was beautiful, a display of color that left me curious behind the designer.

"But you being here boost their morale. I was the only dragon king but with you two here training to evolve, that changes things." The three head off to a luxurious outdoor lookout where everyone watches them. The crowd cheers for them while they sat to eat. "Oh, by the way," Kurai said while talking to Yuto, "Do you recognize this?" Kurai took off one of his earrings to give to him. Yuto observed the cinnabar earring. "This is the Bitna Cho family crest. It is not part of a clan classification. But this family is old. Too bad that they went extinct a long time ago." He then stared at Kurai. "So you're a descendant. I haven't met a descendant of this family in a really long time."

Vincent inhaled deeply of the sweet aroma. “I could find another person to do the bidding,” Vincent said, putting down the cup. “Tell me, and you’d get the rest of your money.” The unnamed man leaned forward and whispered, “The crest belonged to Valentino Darragh’s family for centuries. They are Mafia family resided in Rome, Italy.” he took out a paper that had an image of the crest. “The star, it represented five realms. The scythes had many different stories. Some said the scythes are capable of killing any supernatural species. Some said the scythes belonged to one of Moon Goddess’s children she sent to Earth. The skull and hourglass are representing death. All these symbols, except for t

Even though Ethelbert was busy with other things, his sensitivity was always waiting. "On the killer's scalp and tongue there is a tattoo. The symbol belongs to one of the Four Great Families." Ethelbert's searching finger paused slightly. Until now, he had been silent, waiting for Vincent to continue. As if seeing Ethelbert's current actions directly right now, Vincent let out a sigh and wearily said: "It's an eagle." Eagle. It is the symbol of the Celton family - also the family of Vincent.

Then I saw it. A broken table in the middle, covered in scattered papers. One large book, more of a journal, laid open, half-charred, but intact. The wax seal on the edge of the page made my breath hitch. The Vortigan crest. My fingers brushed over it before turning the page. Sketches. Diagrams. Names written in elegant, looping ink. All tied to bloodlines older than ours, even older than the Morettis. Our oldest rival family. And then… I saw what I had been looking for.

And there, among dozens of symbols, was the one she'd seen on Isabella's back. The Crest Family Crest: Three interlocking triangles representing Power, Loyalty, and Legacy. The script woven through reads "Sanguis Vincit" - Blood Conquers. Ava stared at the screen, her blood running cold. Isabella had the Crest family symbol tattooed on her back. The same family whose son Roman had put in prison. The same family with alleged ties to organized crime. And she'd just hired Isabella to work at their home. To have access to their property. To be around Ava and Ethan every day.

I asked, looking to Papa in surprise. Papa used his finger to follow the curvature of the lines with a soft smile tipping his lips upwards. His eyes held such gentleness as he looked from it to me. “This is our family crest. Each member of the Venscothi family has their own. This one is simply responding to you because it senses the Venscothi that flows throughout you.” “I thought the Toslati was a Gaisreen thing? Wait, family?” I asked, stunned for a moment.

When his hand emerged, it held a small object on his palm—a silver signet, worn but polished, twin crescents engraved back to back. The Mooncrest Crest. He held it out so I could see. “This is our family sigil,” he said. “The Mooncrest mark. Every child of our line wears it. In one form or another.” My mark flared. Heat pulsed under my skin, syncing for a heartbeat with the cool metal lying inert on his palm. A faint echo of silver‑blue shimmered under my bandage, searing. I fought the urge to snatch my hand back. Theron’s eyes flicked to the movement.

She snuck across the chilly floor and cursed the loud sound of her bare feet peeling off the polished concrete. The door was solid steel with the family crest carved into it, and she anchored her attention on it. Minnow had been taught the history behind the family fleur-de-lis since she was a child. Her fingers trailed over the familiar design. The shape of the crest was a full moon with the outline of a waxing crescent. She was told the moon was said to have the same sovereignty by night that the sun had by day. The waxing crescent reflected the new moon, showing the family were always ready to go forth with new light and added energy.

The old man laughs “You mean our crests? Such an interesting girl you are. These are our family crests passed down from generation to generation proving our linage. All male heirs wear them as a testament of our power.” “So, what is yours?” “Why do you want to know?” his expression shows curiosity. “No reason. Just curious.” I do have a reason, but that doesn’t mean I’ll tell him. He flashes a smile “Dragon. My family crest is a dragon my dear.”