Divergent Factionless Novels & Stories

“Fine. Talk.” Taiga’s hand swept across the papers, finding the ones he’d been buried in all night. His voice steadied with purpose. “I stayed up all night studying. And I came to a conclusion. What if they were a pack? Rei, Dante, kouji… and Maya.” The name caught in his throat, hesitation bleeding into his voice. “That’s ridiculous,” Tatsuya scoffed. “Enigmas can’t form a pack.” “Pay attention in Biology and PE, Tatsuya.” Taiga rolled his eyes, a hint of the old brotherly bite returning. “Enigmas can form something similar. Not a pack, but a PACT.”

She then volunteered to share all of her knowledge about the rig with us. The state of affairs in this place is much worse than I had anticipated. Years ago, when I was just starting out as a mercenary, I went here for another task, but a lot has changed since then. The Angels' control over the South has loosened, and in 2028, it appears that a group of Omegas fled the Rig.

“So, what am I among subnaturals? A freak?” “Not a freak,” Sylvara says. “A bridge. Shifters are primal, elementals raw force, Veil-touched realm-bound. You’re all three, fluid, defying their divides. The First Ones sought harmony between worlds. Your form challenges the factions’ separations—Sentinels, Purists, even the Conclave.” Renn, recovering, pipes up. “Uh, speaking of factions, the rift reports…” He hesitates, glancing at Sylvara. “Syndicate’s been spotted near the eastern rift. More Veil-touched mercenaries. Voren’s up to something.”

Hyomi took a half-sitting position next to xD's reliable chef and began arranging the ingredients that had been arranged next to the firewood. Hyomi's eyes blinked. "This is so good!" "Really?" Dion twinkled. "Come on! Here we'll play games. Whoever wins will be able to enjoy Chef Dion's cooking!" Hyomi excitedly divided the four groups. There were xD and xD-L members in each. Group One was led by Suhoo, group two by Byun, group three by Jun, and group four by Kai.

"Because Richard's death changes everything." Ethan's eyes narrowed. "She wants the Architect." Ava shook her head. "But the system chose me." Victoria corrected her. "No." "It chose Ethan first." Ava stared. "What?" "The system identified Ethan as the next Architect because of his bloodline." "Then why did it identify me?" Victoria looked at her. "Because you are the only person who can override him." Ava's stomach twisted. "So if Veronica gets Ethan..." "She gets Genesis." "And if she gets me?"

Nothing. No echo of intent. No weighted probability. Just information. “How many?” I asked. “Too many for a hunting band,” Matteo said. “Too organized for chance.” Azrael appeared without sound. “A splinter faction. Displaced after the collapse of centralized flows. They’re desperate.” Desperate meant unpredictable. Unpredictable used to mean dangerous in very specific ways. Now it just meant dangerous. “They’re approaching the river towns,” Kael said. “Civilians.”

He leads us to a large estate, where we see men, women, and children, members of faction 5. "If Alma and his team try to trespass, kill them," Aiko orders the guards. From what I understand, the factions are in constant conflict over turf, supplies, and power. Aiko gives me a tour of his estate. In the fields, some men are training, children are playing in the garden; teenagers are enjoying themselves, relaxing, barbecuing.

"They're disorganized, which is good news for us and bad news for anyone hoping for a single clean conclusion to this whole mess. Without Malachar, there's no one obvious to negotiate with, no single thread to pull that unravels the rest." "Just a lot of small, stubborn embers," Elena said, from where she sat at Damon's side, close enough that her presence had become, over these past weeks, simply the natural shape of any strategy session. "Fitting name for a faction that refuses to fully die out, even scattered and leaderless."

After all, Cathy is different from other omegas. Meanwhile, Cathy was just looking at her father and siblings. When he heard his father's plan, he could say that his suspicions about it were correct. Two factions will go to Cathy's coming-of-age ceremony. Although the Northern Pack does not belong to any faction, it still has a faction it agrees with. The capital is divided into two noble factions. The Star Faction is led by the First Prince, and the Dust Faction is led by the Archduke, the Emperor's cousin. The Northern Pack's opponent is the Dust Faction, with the Archduke himself taking the lead to talk about abandoning Dominic.

WHAT THE FACTION WANTS She asked Rafael to tell her everything about the Obsidian Faction the following morning, and she used the word everything with deliberate emphasis so he understood she was not asking for the summary version. He brought her to the upper study — not the everyday study where they usually talked, but the one on the citadel's fifth level with the wide windows and the formal desk and the air of a room where consequential things were decided — and he set out the documents he had been building over the previous month with the precise organisational instinct of someone who had been preparing for this conversation. She sat across from him and worked through the material with hi