Candor Faction Novels & Stories

Riley represents the wolves and Ennata, who is a hybrid represents the witches and the vampires. “Those are the four big factions. Of course, there are other, smaller factions like angels and demons, but they don’t sit on the council unless one of their own is on trial.” “I still can’t believe that all the fairy tales are real,” I say, as we get to our room. Cayd stops and pulls me to him. “You, my sweet mate, are the biggest fairy tale of all. A dragon!” I laugh. "I guess I am. And I’ve found my Prince Charming.”

“Two of the guards seem to know something, but they aren't saying anything yet.” I nodded. “Don't worry, I'll make sure they do.” My eyes flickered to Candor, Andi nodded If there was anyone I trusted with jobs like this, it was Candor. He wasn't much of a fighter, he was more a strategist, and he'd never failed me with any of his theories. “Good.” I watched as he walked into the room, and began to question them again. He was all smiles like he was friends with them, bug I knew Candor. He was a demon deep down inside.

"Dozens of young hopefuls from dozens of different factions dead by his hand? Next time, they'll be sending their patriarchs! "Exactly!" Din nodded, his eyes narrowing. "Every faction in Nors always withholds their best card, and it's always inevitably the fossils who stay in seclusion… and Demi-Sages at that! All because Caleb Crawford had too much fun massacring their youths without thinking about the consequences! Haha! Whoever gave him the balls?" "Who else? It's all his own fault!" Horatio snickered. "He just doesn't understand that when it comes to cultivation, clans and connections matter just as much as individual talent!"

Ryle calmly asked, raising her brow. “Who are you to question?” Bruce growled. He’s one of our more traditional males who believes that women aren’t made to fight. They are made to be seen and not heard. Ryker bristled at Bruce’s comment. “My name is Ryker RedFang and she,” he pointed to his sister, “is my sister, Ryle RedFang and we are RedFang Defense, your Elite warrior trainers and my sister is your future Luna.” he smirked.

Serenity paced, Noah tapped away on his phone and Patrick watched her. “So, let me get this straight, I’m not only a Skin Writer, for the Horde… but a Skin Writer for the Legion? How the hell does that work?” “We don’t know. They are predominantly of the Horde. There’s only ever been one recorded case of a Skin Writer being of the Legion.” Patrick mused.

She then volunteered to share all of her knowledge about the rig with us. The state of affairs in this place is much worse than I had anticipated. Years ago, when I was just starting out as a mercenary, I went here for another task, but a lot has changed since then. The Angels' control over the South has loosened, and in 2028, it appears that a group of Omegas fled the Rig.

“Cass told me you changed your mind about not using your magic again. Was wondering what changed your mind.” “A lot of things,” she said, putting the book she was flipping through down on the table. “One, Kandrea will never be safe until Voss is dead, though, it’s her fault she’s in danger in the first place. Second, I don’t like Voss and if I give up now then he wins by default. Third, I believe I’ve found a way to even the playing field.” “Even the playing field, how?”

"Will report that nothing unusual happened. That I left peacefully, that there was no conflict. That Clearwater Pack is maintaining order and compliance with Council interest. Don't worry; very soon, the operative will depart too." I meet her eyes. "And then, in about six months, when the rogue wannabes Entity collective at those coordinates is eliminated, Cassandra will remember that you cooperated. That you helped her make the right decision. That might be worth something, at least." Seekers and Council members relate with each other based on what they gain from each other, so when the other is putting the other in a way of danger, that is bound to cause problems. It's a long game, and it

“This isn’t just an escalation—it’s a declaration of war.” Lysandra, seated at the far end of the table with her meticulously kept notes spread out, adjusted her glasses. “What’s most concerning,” she said, “is the nature of this new faction. From what we can decipher, they call themselves the Shadow Dominion. Their methods, their structure—everything about them points to a level of sophistication we’ve never faced.”

Behind them stood Elandra, Jarek, and the newly loyal Alpha Lennox of the Windmoor Pack. Kael’s voice rang out across the assembly, strong and unshaken. “Brothers. Sisters. The Crimson Fang is no longer a distant rumor. They are at our doorstep. And while our Council bickers over politics and bloodlines, they gather strength. They burn villages. They poison the land. They turn wolves against their own kin.” Low growls rippled through the crowd.