Divergent Factionless Novels & Stories

We’ve added werewolves, witches, and hunters to the mix. Even though the six faction leaders, Me, Isak, Albert, Hana, Alec, and Katrina, get along swimmingly, getting our people on the same page hasn’t been easy. We don’t have nearly the numbers the Order did. More hunters, wolves, and witches are pledged to the alliance than our three factions. We’re working on recruiting more people. It’ll take time.

I suddenly felt chills because I sensed something ominous from the information-filled wall. "Yeah, that. In the present, there are five factions as you know but... originally, there are six factions and the Petsiar Family belonged there." Eh? I remembered the name I read earlier. Minerva Petsiar. My mother seemed to be part of the Petsiar household, does that mean her family was influential? Wait, there's something wrong here. "Why are there only five factions now?" "Have you heard about the extermination?" I froze upon hearing the last word. I remembered the doctor mentioned something about that. Don't tell me...

"But you have only given the Void a face. If we cannot be One, we will be the Many Who Hate." The Birth of the Discordance The Anonymous weren't dying. They were evolving. The 7 billion personalities hadn't neutralized the Mandate; they had provided it with a new, predatory drive: Envy. The Hive Mind split into three distinct, warring factions, each claiming to be the "True" heir to the human legacy. FactionPhilosophyCurrent Action The PuristsRetention of the original Thorne Logic.Seizing orbital weapons to "sanitize" the Earth. The MimicsObsessed with living out human "Echo" lives.Occupying cities and forcing people to "play-act" memories.

“That’s right! You’re just a proxy. So what if you’re his wife? You don’t know anything about the faction or the company!” Delta smiled and stood up as she walked toward the screen where a presentation showed up. She took out a laser pointer and a small switch to move the slides. “The Marcille Faction is newly established, but it’s made up of veteran businessmen. Yet it’s still losing more and more every day. Let me show you the contributions of each of your departments and recommended members.”

His voice is grim. “Hunters.” I simply cannot catch a break, can I? Cassian swallows hard. “These are not normal humans. Look at those weapons.” The figures advance, armored and faceless, moving like a trained militia. The symbol on their vests is unfamiliar. A circle of iron thorns. Ronan’s jaw tightens. “A new faction,” he says. “And they came prepared.” Another bolt fires, slicing the air. The tree behind us explodes into ash.

He mused. Maybe I can… If he's terrible. "I had to rub in his being ignored by the girl he likes so we can go back to studying," Jerell told him and started telling him all about Darken Faction. "I've read your novel, Dylan. I know you've heard of them." He nodded and listened quietly while Jerell imparted the history of the most ferocious, most feared, and most bloodthirsty faction of all—the Darken.

A fitting symbol for a diverse organization. Besides the Earth-humans, and the Clone Hegemony, there were three Dwellers, the Turr, the Midvalians, the Dra'nath, the Cooonara, the Say'lnt, the Byronzanies, and - though not members in the true sense - the Dodvalians, who, though presently confined to their home system, lobbied tirelessly for their freedom. Not a very good idea, considering the horrors they had perpetrated during the last two wars.

"The most powerful faction is Prince Nicholas' Royal family, or the Werewolves Kingdom. This faction is supported by several countries' Alpha kings, based on bloodline marriages and historical alliances.” “The second most influential group is 'Eclipse Lupus Domini,' established by Prince Nicholas' grand uncle, a former member of the royal family. This faction split from the Werewolves Kingdom due to differing visions for the future. While the Royal family prefers to keep the Werewolves Kingdom concealed from human governments, Eclipse Lupus Domini aims to dominate human governance and become the ultimate rulers. They're viewed as terrorists by human authorities."

Rurik kept talking, now walking backwards as if giving a lecture tour, hands carving shapes in the air. “So! At Bloodwright, they exist under a special system: THE FERAL MERIDIAN. The ‘non-House’ House. A seventh faction not counted among the Great Houses.” “The Feral Meridian,” I echoed. But I still didn’t get it. Even goblins and dwarves had Houses. Why not lesser shifters? I asked him exactly that. Rurik’s voice dimmed, the lightness draining out. He dropped his gaze. Dodging my eyes.

He did not expect Tenan to reveal such a shocking secret before he asked any questions. Tenan said, "At that time, I saw that those willing to go were divided into two factions—the Descent Faction and the Survival Faction. The Descent Faction hoped that the so-called immortals would settle on earth so they could learn the secret to immortality from them. "As for the so-called Survival Faction, they believed that if those immortals came to earth, they would slaughter humans indiscriminately. They wanted to get on good terms with the immortals, preparing to become traitors.