Novel & Cerita Yugioh Heraldry Crest

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."

Marcus Thorne's pack crest—silver and azure, with its distinctive mountain motif—seemed to mock me from its prominent position among our strategic partners. A sudden, possessive rage swept through me. The memory of Aurora's words in the SUV burned afresh in my mind: "I am considering someone else." Thorne. She was considering *Thorne*. "Eva," I called, my voice sharper than intended. My assistant appeared immediately at my side. "Yes, Alpha Heir?" "Remove all instances of the Thorne pack crest and territory symbols from our displays," I ordered. "Replace them with generic alliance symbols or leave the spaces blank."

"Clementine Mira. Chadd Owen. Honey Aatish." "Corentin Keanu, I present this crest to you as leader of this team." Judging from Corentin's expression, mainly his one raised eyebrow, he is confused as to why I've chosen him to be the team leader. Nevertheless, Corentin still takes the crest from me. "This is one of the mightiest crests we have here at Yellow Sun Academy," I state, "This crest represents sound." "Sound," Honey quietly repeats. "He gets sound?"

It was fitting he could handle something Cohen was about to tell him. He grabbed a paper and pen from the desk to draw something. A crest. A skull and an hourglass with two scythes forming ‘X’ behind it while the entire thing rested on a star symbol. “What could you tell me about this crest?” he slid the paper to him. Vincent looked at the drawing. He had seen this before. Mira used to tell him about this crest. And she also warned him not to go after anyone who had this crest. His memory wasn’t as strong as hers.

Her fingers had run along the silver and gold silk stitched upon the Prince’s colors, the symbol of the Phoenix Kashor had marked her with, entangled with that of Calder’s White Dragon. ‘Our crest.’ He had said before Olander fastened it to the staff and hoisted it into the air. She looked up at it as they rode, the fabric waving in the breeze, an official symbol of their union, and of her position as co-Commander of their army and future Princess of Trenue. There was a buzz of energy in the air she had never felt before, a mixture of so many emotions she couldn’t even begin to separate them. But the one that was noticeably missing was fear.

“We’re not here to save them. We’re here to help you catch them faster.” Theron placed the parchment on a portable board and set it at the front of the table. “Signatories,” he said. Alden stepped forward first. He picked up the quill, dipped it, and signed his name with the Mooncrest flourish—Alden Thane Mooncrest, Alpha of the Crestlands. A faint pulse of power rolled over the parchment as the ink dried, the Mooncrest crest flaring briefly at the top. Kael went next, then Rian, signing as Nightveil’s princes and representatives, the raven crest appearing beside the moon.

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."

Madame Cordelia said, bringing out two red handkerchiefs. After handing them to the both of them, she stirred the blood in the chalice. "You both will now drink from this chalice, the blood of your brothers. With hopes that the oneness we share, would always remain with you two." They both drank from the cup, and tied the handkerchiefs on their hand. This was the Crest, the symbol of the thorn. "Without further ado, we'll see you both at dusk tomorrow. And in the condition that both of you live, another date will be fixed for the final battle. Good night." Madame Cordelia announced before dismissing them.

“What is it?” The warrior held out a dagger, its blade still dripping black ichor. But it wasn’t the weapon that chilled me. It was the crest etched into its hilt. A serpent, coiled around a crown. Kale’s jaw tightened as his golden eyes narrowed. “That’s not Darius’s mark.” My stomach dropped, a shiver racing down my spine. Then whose was it?

"Then the mountains truly are magical." The old man sat opposite them and unrolled the parchment. Faded ink covered the page. Two symbols dominated the center: the crescent of the Cators and the wolf of the Voss family. Intertwined tightly which was syrange. Cinthye's face crumpled into a frown. "Why are our crests together?" Aurelio looked from one of them to the other. "Because they were never meant to be enemies." Her body went still. "Read the last line," he said.