Clan Ordo Novels & Stories

He gave a sign of relief. Every clan was to fight Hall of Hell academy and take over the most skilled academy, and about 99 clans have fought, even the weakest in their academy, but still lost the crown... When it was time for Imperio Pecaminoso to step into the stage... Alan brought out his most powerful reserve guys, trained mainly for just Imperio Pecaminoso, Muscular Men….

My pulse hammered in my throat as I skimmed the crumbling text: "Known only as Σκοτεινός Άρχοντας (Dark Lords) to those who feared their reach, this cabal of merchants, assassins, and alchemists operated from the canals of Venice to the courts of Constantinople. Their mark—a crescent moon cradling a dagger—was said to be burned into the flesh of those bound to their order..." I scrolled further, my breath coming shallow and quick: "Though official records claim the clan dissolved after the plague riots of 1612, whispers persist of their influence in modern banking, antiquities trade, and..." The rest was censored—black ink slashed across the page like a knife wound. The screen's pale glow ca

Vera had never even seen the border. Undermining clan unity. I almost laughed. He was the one doing that. Footsteps on the staircase. I looked up. Raven was coming down from the upper floor in traveling clothes. At his collar, a brooch I had never seen before, with an engraved vine. His old brooch had been the Ashford clan crest, cast in black iron, simple and worn. He had worn it for as long as I had known him. I had chosen it myself, commissioned a smith to make it.

Moving the Leandro Clan base was not an easy thing to do. He was indeed the highest leader—the leader of the Leandro Clan since his uncle decided to leave his position. However, he wasn't the only one with power there. Ten... or maybe the seven secret leaders who are still in the clan certainly don't all accept the plan, even perhaps Lionel will also refuse his orders.

In a meritocratic society like theirs, this was the considered the highest honor—and the most noble challenge any self-respecting dwarf would take on. Since clans are not based on bloodlines but rather on whatever patron saint that clan takes its name from (according to Mr. Louie there are 241 saints in dwarf history)—anyone can join a clan, as long as they can prove themselves to be worthy. The clan leader (and de facto district representative) is someone who is considered by their fellow clan members as the most accomplished and successful in their specialization.

Fun fact her maid was Chloe who was apparently her bestie and her brother’s boyfriend back on earth. Chloe put the cloth she was holding on the table, it dawn already, today’s the day we attend provincial clan. Clan in this place simply meant an academy which trained people how to use their powers. Provincial clan is the second most powerful clan in the whole empire which produced geniuses while the number one is the saintess clan which only accepts females. Ivory stood up had her bathe with the help of Chloe and got dressed in her clan uniform which was quite free to move around in. While Chloe went to get dressed too, ivory admired herself in the mirror.

It was Orion, a former member of their pack who had chosen a solitary life years ago. Eva approached Orion cautiously, her voice firm yet compassionate. "Orion, what brings you here? Why have you returned with such aggression?" Orion's voice trembled with rage and sorrow as he spoke. "Eva, I have come with dire news. A rival pack, the Bloodmoon Clan, seeks to invade our territory. They are ruthless and relentless, driven by a hunger for power. We must prepare ourselves for the impending danger."

Gaius asked, “Is the Ancient Clan a terrifying force?” Sternly, James nodded and said, “They’re powerful. The Ancient Clan comes from a ninth-level plane. The clan leader of the Ancient Clan is the lord of a ninth-level plane. He created a powerful force in the Central Plane called the Ancient Clan’s Immortal Mountain. It’s one of the Ten Great Forces of the Central Plane.”

The elder raised his hand, and with the same calmness with which he would have narrated a children's story, he began: “This world is called Avalon. And it is ruled by four clans. Each one linked to one of the elements and a distinct region.” He walked over to a table with rustic objects, picked up a metal cup with dark wine, took a sip, and turned his gaze back to her. “Tron. The clan of the desert. Masters of fire. Your lineage. Your blood. Your destiny.” He took another step. “Terran. The forest clan. They command the earth, regeneration, growth.”

The punishment should be exemplary and serve as a warning to anyone who dared to rise against the Fellowship of The Oracle. However, he should have executed his act more diligently, for when he was about to drop the ax on the neck of his victim, another howl was heard followed by the whisper of a sure arrow that pierced his heart. At first, no one understood what had happened. Then, an uproar shook up the members of the four clans. Suddenly, dozens of warriors surrounded them, black painted and covered scarcely with a loincloth. The attackers threw themselves with tomahawks against the unsuspecting worshipers. Very few clan warriors went armed, for, in order to avoid any betrayal, the Suprem