Dauntless Faction Novels & Stories

“Oh no. It’s more tradition and respect that drive their interactions. There aren’t many left. I would assume age has something to contribute. But it’s worth having them as allies rather than rivals for our lands, resources, and such. If you meet one, remember not to ask them about whether they spew fire. And don’t ask them what the colour of their scales is. To them, it’s like asking them if you pee standing and it’s obvious when they shift why are you wasting time on such drivel.” “Fair enough. No fawning or stupid questions. I’ve so far been able to avoid them.” “If a Faction offers something odd, write it down. Don’t question it. Resources can get very odd. You never know where they migh

A glance over her shoulder showed Lex was hung up, too, and even though the ground wasn’t shaking as much back where the rest of her team was pinned down, it continued to quake further up the mountain and to her left, which meant there were more minions on their way. Daunator stood in front of her, a knowing grin on his pale face, as if he’d already done the calculations, and there was no way their meager forces could overpower him. Why they hadn’t just brought everything they had with them, like they had to face Holland, was beyond her. Sure, there was a chance he would’ve heard them coming that way, but from what she could tell, he’d been prepared for this for a while now, maybe even befor

For a moment, fear lit his eyes. And that alone was enough to catch Kael’s attention. “What kind of news?” “A new faction, Alpha. They’ve been moving through the outer territories.” Kael’s expression hardened. “Another rogue group?” “No, Alpha.” The hesitation returned. But this time, it was worse. “They’re not like rogues. “Explain.” “They don’t scatter. They don’t run. They don’t bow.” The warrior swallowed hard. “They conquer.” Silence fell. Selene’s hand tightened slightly at her side.

Each faction believed it was entitled to a piece of the Montrose crown. "We cannot afford to fracture now," Elena said, her voice steady. "Every division you nurse, every private vendetta you carry – it feeds the enemies still hiding in the shadows". There were murmurs, some of agreement, others of discontent. Damien stood beside her, his presence as silent and commanding as ever. He had scars now – more emotional than physical – but they hadn’t made him weaker. If anything, they’d honed him into the sword Elena needed. But even between them, a quiet storm brewed.

He was teased by friends and acquaintances so the screaming intensified. "Nax, your strength, Daryl! Jonathan and I can't allow that and then only you can allow it!" "Good luck Daryl!" from the men in the back. Daryl laughed and looked at me nervously. "Thank you, Audrey. I'm sorry for my somewhat cliche gimmick. I was really nervous, I just settled for the most common." "It's fine. Though, I'd appreciate more if it's a private surprise. But I appreciate your effort too," I said.

Crimson Kingdom was famed for its assassins, the Crimson Knights and they loved their princess. Trix sighed and clenched her jaw. She turned to the party entrance where Tristan waited. She slipped on her mask and marched up the stairs with the sole thought of the safety of her friend. For Ella, she promised. Unaware of the eyes of the man who absolutely needed that egg to save the life of his daughter and would do anything to save her. “We need a plan,” Trix said as the entered the gold and red themed party. “This place is a fortress,” Tristan commented glancing at the double fairytale style staircase.

She released it just as quickly. “This wasn’t about damage,” she continued. “It was about proximity. They wanted to remind you they can reach your assets.” “And you,” Malrik added. Asa looked at him. Really looked. “Then they miscalculated.” Kavin cleared his throat. “We’ve got chatter. Multiple factions. Some mafia, some… not.” Drayan stiffened. “Define ‘not.’” “Old names,” Kavin said carefully. “People who haven’t moved in decades.”

He almost smiled. Walked out. She found Damian in the study. He looked up when she came in. She sat down across from him. "Four factions," she said. He set down his pen. Looked at her. "Four factions," he said. "The working group first session is in two weeks," she said. "Military, Merchant, Traditional, Revolutionary. All of them in the same room building the same thing." Damian was quiet for a moment. She watched his face. "Your father would have...." He stopped.

They moved with a nimble grace that was not mortal. The Dreadfang Clan. They were the' Beasts' of the northern homes. Shifters. They did not use ordnance; they did not need them. " Who’s in charge of this s ** thole?" the lead enforcer barked. He'd a jagged scar running from his observance to his chin. Malrec stumbled out of the summerhouse room, his face blench as a distance." I — I've the plutocrat! I just need further time!"

"The engagement is on the 16th of July, it'll be the first time that Ethan and Feinah will see each other again after 8 years. My daughter can't talk right now but she can write everything you wanted to know. Maybe you two can meet this coming Sunday evening. I'll let the driver fetch you." The Doctor was true to her words, she let their driver picked me up and brought me to their Mansion. I feel like I'm dreaming because I only see houses this big on the television. I was guided by the housekeeper to the living room and there, I saw a girl who looks like me except that she's blonde. Doctor Corazon is pushing the wheelchair of her daughter and when they're in front of me the girl look at her