Novel & Cerita Candor Faction

After he vowed to make Zen the next Godfather, Liu Feng came to appreciate the insomniac a little more. If Zen was said to be a good strategist or a general in a war, Remi was akin to a tactician and a brilliant commander who could win the battles assigned to him by the general. Having his vow of loyalty was going to be a great addition to their faction. Of the true candidates among the ninety-two teenagers in this death pit, Zen and Felix were the only two who had a guild supporting them. Well, not anymore. Zen was the only one with a proper faction in this invisible war between true candidates, even if the young cook might not be aware of it himself.

Nonetheless, the revelation that this hidden world actually existed left me utterly astonished. Marie paused to take a sip of water, moistening her throat before continuing. "The third faction is known for its treachery and cowardice. This group consists of werewolves who have pledged allegiance to world governments, betraying their own kind. They support the human governments in their efforts to subdue the Werewolves Kingdom, hoping to install a puppet king and effectively turn werewolves into servants of humans. They have the full backing of the United Nations in the fight for the Alpha King."

“You’ll get some. Maybe not all. But the ones who come? They’ll be relentless.” Victor frowned. “And if the Council finds out we organized it?” “They won’t,” I said simply. “Because they won’t be alive long enough to trace it back.” A cold silence followed. Not fear - calculation. Jenna folded her arms. “Who contacts them?” “I do,” I said. “Along with one other.” I looked at Meris. “Your brother leads the old Crimson Fang faction, doesn’t he?” Her lips thinned. “He hasn’t spoken to me in years. Hates structure. Hates alphas. But if he knew this war could bring the whole damn hierarchy down…” Her voice dropped. “He might listen.”

I mean, “Will you do me a favor and get lost?” he said while fixing the hem of his fitted dress shirt, “Why didn’t Xerxes come? He knew about this one, my god,” he dramatically fixed his hair on his forehead. “You’re there, nothing to worry about,” the woman said, “Come on, let’s get this done,” All of us were divided based on our factions; The Canine, The Dawn, The Sabletail, The Wildridge, and The Averrant.

Lucia said as she leaned on Kisona, asking for his opinion. "Let me see," Kisona replied. He grabbed the sword and narrowed his eyes as if he was observing the blade. "There's a fist mark on it, same as ours Lucia, I think the previous owner of this word is on the same faction as us." "Faction?" "Yes, faction, you see there are three factions in charlanders squad. The battle faction, strategy faction, and defense faction. Their names are pretty much explicit already, so I guess I don't have to explain their roles, right?"

Crystal continued, “ The internal politics of the Fang family are far more ruthless than what people see on the surface. There are three major factions, each working behind the scenes to outmaneuver the others in case Lord Elton’s position ever becomes vacant.” Danial absorbed the information, intrigued yet cautious. “Who are these factions?” Crystal took a deep breath before explaining. “The first is the Devil’s Associates, led by Ellie Fang, also known as the Whip Devil. They focus on unconventional combat styles and brutal efficiency. Zain is most likely one of her disciples.” Danial’s eyes drifted back to the whip in Zain’s hands. It made sense now. “The second faction is the Twilight Mo

they asked, Do you desire me even as the world watches? She nodded faintly, heart hammering. Yes. I do. The council began its formalities, but the discussion was more subtle, layered with threats, promises, and shifting alliances. Aella listened intently, absorbing names, histories, grudges, and ambitions. Rival packs were maneuvering in secret, testing the boundaries of the Dominion, seeking weaknesses. One faction—the Red Fang—was rumored to have allied with corrupted Ferals, using forbidden magic to destabilize Thalen’s control. Another, the Iron Claw, had spies embedded within smaller packs, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

“Then I will answer it.” Lillian placed a hand on his chest, grounding him. “We need to be careful. This wasn’t just an assassination attempt—it was a declaration of war.” Cassian entered the chamber then, his usual smirk replaced with grim determination. “Our scouts found something,” he said. “The Black Fang—they had help.” Aedric narrowed his eyes. “Who?” Cassian hesitated before answering. “A rogue faction from the Shadowlands. They’re gathering forces, waiting for the right moment to strike.”

“I decide what remains in this pack. Not you.” Candace inhaled sharply. “Careful,” she echoed back to him. “You forget,” Candace said slowly, “that I come from a stronger bloodline. If the elders hear even a whisper of interference...” “There is none,” Cassian snapped. “And if I decide to look deeper?” Candance asked “You will find nothing.” I pressed my palm against the wall to steady myself. Candace was not convinced. I could hear it in her breathing. “Very well,” she said. “For now.”

I replied since forgiveness is so hard to give to these people again in an instant, and I asked him curiously as this thing that he is talking about was the one that made them changed their minds. "Umm, that is actually why we want to see you again personally. To inform you and tell you that you have your freedom. The truth is... The Ledford's are sinking. And, all their overtures and promises are full of bullshits. They just want to use our company for their benefit. Well, it turned out that Kent Ledford is a great gambler that has lost half of his enterprise. And, they will be using ours to rise again." He answered and it just made us all baffled by the information. Wow! Damn. "Hey! Hi, ev