Bleach Factions Novels & Stories

Sekhmet said pointedly. William finally understood. Things were different because of him. Because there was now a hybrid of the two factions, where there had never been one such as he before. It meant they didn't have to stand as 'us vs them'. Together they could stand as we. “Lycaon tires of Lilith's cruelty and tyranny. Everyone knows that. He's been waiting for you to find your mate in the hope you'd be moved to join his cause,” Empusa said, looking at William expectantly.

Blaze warned her. "Fuck you, he isn't your mate but mine, this title belongs to me rightfully." Mia sneered, she wasn't going to let a hybrid take her title. "He's mine, you bitch!" His ex ran up to her and scratched her face with her long ass acrylics nails. Mia fight back, punching her face making her nose bleed. She groaned and hold her nose, painfully. Blaze pushed his ex off his mate, Mia sat up and he hugged her tightly.

My stomach churned. “The Bloodfang Faction,” I whispered, reaching out but stopping just short of touching the marred flesh. Smith exhaled sharply. “So you recognize it.” I nodded, my mind racing. The Bloodfangs were a faction that had been wiped out decades ago—at least, that’s what we had been told. They were known for their brutal experiments, their obsession with werewolf purity. If they were back, this wasn’t just about me. This was bigger. Much bigger. I took a shaky breath. “We need to find out how many more of them are out there.”

“Cute. Hold her.” Hands grab my arms from behind, cold and iron-strong . I scream, kicking, flailing , trash bag flying everywhere . The leader leans in, breath rank and coppery , his fangs hovering over my throat . “Easy, sweetheart. This will only hurt until you stop breathing.” His fangs are one inch from my skin when everything explodes. A shadow slams into him . Hard. Brutal . His head hits the brick wall with a sickening crack. I stumble back , heart leaping out of my chest, as a long blade swings through the air . Two heads roll across the concrete like bowling balls .

My father appears next, and he frightens me just as much as he did the night I left. His left eye is blurry from blindness, and my mother left a large scar on his left cheek and brow. If it weren't for our shared Lycan scents, you wouldn't be able to tell that he and I are connected because his other eye is a pale blue color, very dissimilar from mine. The only difference in his appearance from the last time I met him is a slight graying of his hair. Big, frightful, frightening, and cruel. His eyes are narrow as he crosses his arms and looks down at me. I find myself crouching, unwilling to face him.

Right across Elena's perfect face. Her lip split. Blood welled, dripped down her chin. "When my daughter is healed, I'm taking you both to the Council's tribunal." "Stripped of your titles. Exiled to the Badlands. Neither of you will escape." I reached into my pocket and pulled out the mate contract— that scroll of sheepskin that had bound me to Liam for five years. And I tore it in half. Then again. And again. Parchment rained down like ash, burying the ruins of a lie.

The air itself felt wrong, thin and brittle, like standing on ice that was beginning to crack. Three factions had carved up the remains. Jack's root access fed him the intelligence automatically: the Shimmer Collective (fey merchants), the Bone Syndicate (undead traders), and a new, aggressive group calling themselves the Rendered, former Null Beasts that Haley's chaos wave had accidentally given permanent physical forms and, apparently, capitalist ambitions.

To stay competitive, factions had to engage in conflicts to keep their immortal word vibrant and dynamic. Spectral Legacy, ranked seventh among the major factions, was frequently targeted by the others. Being the weakest, it often faced friction and conflicts from stronger rivals. Ragan, despite being raised by the Spectral Legacy, was quite perceptive. He recognized that the faction's situation was unsustainable. The faction's finances were strained, and the apprentices lacked motivation for their training.

As the door clicked shut, I decided to call in my beta to tell him about the dream and that Anna was in charge of the two adolescent wolves' punishment. After five minutes of waiting, Stevan stepped in and bowed his head in greeting. I smiled and waved for him to take a seat. "Bryan's and Nimbley's punishment will be decided by Anna. They harmed her patient and they should've known better for that but I want you to increase their training and assign a guard to watch their every movement until their training is done. Tell the guards that their pay will be increased for the extra work." I said and Stevan responded with a "Yes, Alpha." I nodded and continued on with grimmer news. "As you know t

I hope she is ok. Ebony’s POV I nod to Blake and Bleiz who fight with me, side by side. No matter what we are mates and we will protect one another. Bleiz has found it in his heart to forgive me and Blake for pushing him out, almost abandoning him without the love he deserves. We separate from the main bulk of the fight, slaying as many vampires in the process as possible. I love watching their bodies catch fire and burn to ash. It makes me all warm and cosy inside. I can smell the witches on the breeze. Their fear will lead us straight to them.