Candor Faction Novels & Stories

"So, what's Delia's role here? I'm guessing she made the broadcast go viral because she wanted to get our attention?" "Exactly. Those attacks on humans are carried out by their factions. They're called factions, and they go in groups of a hundred. Each faction has a leader, and for each of the six children, they all have a mother faction which they oversee directly." "So, Delia is their bait," Kyren nodded. "She's their pretty, seductive front," Circe added. "And guess what?" She pointed to another page with names listed beside birth dates.

Hearing this, Andy seemed intrigued. A broad smile spread across his face as he looked at Adrian and said slowly, "Haha, Adrian, you've come to the right person. When it comes to the factions in Central Wasteland, I'd say I know quite a bit. "The forces entering this secret realm can be divided into a few main groups. If we're careful, we shouldn't run into the strongest among them. "The most formidable faction is Sacred Lunaland. They're incredibly powerful, with several warriors rumored to reside within their sanctuary. These beings have surpassed the Tribulation Stage but remain confined to their territory.

“We seek not to topple the old guard but to restore balance. Our goal is a united pack, bound by truth and justice, not fear.” The council elders whispered among themselves, old power structures rattling unseen. Graeme leaned forward, sharp eyes piercing. “Your faction represents hope to some but rebellion to others. Why should we trust that this alliance will not set the pack ablaze?” Lena met his gaze without falter. “Because the pack already burns. With every secret kept and every betrayal hidden, it burns from within.” Mina, looking more compassionate, nodded. “Perhaps… partnership is the only way forward. But the council demands guarantees. What assurances can you give that your faction

“They needed both of us strained.” “So we’d accept containment out of exhaustion,” Aria said softly. “Yes.” Darius stopped pacing. “If we refuse and they side with Cassian—” “They tip the balance,” Leoric finished. Kael nodded slowly. Three factions now. Cassian. Northern. Obsidian Collective. The board had changed permanently. Aria stepped closer. “What’s your instinct?” Kael’s eyes were distant for a moment. Then sharp again. “My instinct says they’re not telling us everything.”

He wouldn’t attack blindly—he’d look for something to break us from the inside out. My grip tightened around Blaire’s wrist, grounding myself in her presence. “If he’s moving south, he’s looking for alliances,” I said. “There are rogue groups scattered near the outskirts of town. Some are little more than strays trying to survive, but others…” I trailed off, exchanging a glance with Orion. “The Red Fangs,” Orion muttered, his expression dark. Blaire frowned. “Who are they?” I hesitated for a beat before answering. “A rogue faction with no loyalty to any pack. They’ll sell their strength to the highest bidder, no matter who gets hurt in the process.”

If you are reading this, Zara, then fate has finally caught up with us. My breath caught. Ryker leaned closer, his shoulder brushing mine. “Read it aloud,” he said gently. My voice trembled as I obeyed. The Covenant is not merely a faction—it is a shadow government among werewolves, a secret order that thrives on manipulation and bloodshed. They seek control over every pack, every Alpha, every throne. My pulse quickened. “I knew they were dangerous,” I whispered. “But not this powerful.” Ryker’s expression hardened. “This confirms our worst fears.”

"Dr. Reid made contact with me directly after witnessing your connection. Her guilt over her role in your past made her receptive to understanding. She has been serving as my eyes and ears within the Council, identifying the faction's members and methods." The revelation that Reid had been working as a double agent was surprising but not entirely shocking. The woman had shown genuine remorse over her involvement in my manipulation and Sophia's targeting. "I'm losing the connection," the entity suddenly said, Reid's form wavering slightly. "Maintaining this manifestation strains the very balance I seek to preserve. But know this: the faction will not stop with this failed attempt. They believ

"We won't." "Morwenna—" "We won't," I snapped, louder than I intended. My vision swam. He didn’t back away. "Then we prepare for if. That doesn't mean surrender. It means strategy." There was sense in his words. I hated it. A knock interrupted us. Sabine opened the door to reveal Liora, her face pale, her lip split. She dropped to one knee. "The Council has fractured," she said. "Four Elders have pledged allegiance to the rogue pact. They're calling it the True Crown."

The Founding Ten would need to heal. I walked to my seat and nodded to Cassia, knowing she would handle the next part of my announcement. I grabbed my wife’s hand, bringing it to my lips to kiss her knuckles. Cassia took my spot standing in front of the crowd and she held her hands up for the group to silence. Her bald head glowed in the candlelight. She looked older after the past few days. A silly thought, considering she didn’t truly age thanks to her vampire blood. Maybe it was the way she carried herself, as if she had seen war and pretended like it didn’t exist. “Please,” she said, hushing the crowd, “the Accord was founded on peace and loyalty. Forged centuries ago it was born out of

“It means they’re not acting as Oryx alone. They’re acting as a splinter.” Nova’s voice was flat. “A rogue faction?” “Worse,” Chito said. “A cult. The mark belongs to a sect called the Hollow Fang. They were cast out from the Oryx before the exile. Believed in devouring the blood of traitors to reclaim ancestral strength.” I didn’t speak. I knew the name. I had seen it carved into the walls of the Wildland shrine, buried beneath layers of silence. “They’re fanatics,” I said. “Even the Oryx fear them.”