Divergent Factionless Novels & Stories

“Then let’s start by facing the fractures.” That evening, Kael and Aria sat around a map in the war tent. Damaris, Elric, and Nyra flanked them. Across from them sat representatives from the other major factions—Ravencourt, Ironfang, Stormclaw, and the smaller scattered packs who had never been part of the High Pact. “We have a chance,” Nyra said, fingers drumming the edge of the map, “to change everything. The old council is weak. Scattered. Malric proved how easy it is to divide us.”

Usually, those that belong to similar factions can trust each other… except Chaotic Factions. Factions don't force anyone to become the enemy of anyone, but they are an influence that inherently manipulates the thought someone has of you based on their beliefs or on what they were taught. "…Is this a joke?" wondered Chaos. Chaos couldn't understand how this system could even work. Why were people born with a faction? Why would someone trust another with a good faction just because? What was wrong with this entire universe? Was this faction thing related to his father's persecution?

The Elementists lived around Stiollovar they were split into factions, because of their different beliefs, each had their own country, the water faction country was named Sealeyun—The land of rain—it rains almost every day there. Fire faction: Abriros—The land of heat—Because the sun is hotter here than anywhere else. Wind faction: Estarhia—The land of howls—The winds howls, like wolves. Earth faction: Iokuven—The land of nature—The place is as beautiful as Unothra, Amethsy's realm. Factionless (The people who decided not to live by the rules and beliefs of their faction): The Invisible land—It was invisible to the Factions.

To stay competitive, factions had to engage in conflicts to keep their immortal word vibrant and dynamic. Spectral Legacy, ranked seventh among the major factions, was frequently targeted by the others. Being the weakest, it often faced friction and conflicts from stronger rivals. Ragan, despite being raised by the Spectral Legacy, was quite perceptive. He recognized that the faction's situation was unsustainable. The faction's finances were strained, and the apprentices lacked motivation for their training.

That night, as Liam and I stood on the battlements overlooking my pack, the Moon hung heavy above us—full, luminous, watching. “They’re trying to force the Final Trial,” I said. Liam nodded. “And if they do, the packs will tear themselves apart choosing sides.” I turned to him. “Tell me the truth. All of it.” He didn’t hesitate. “There is an ancient faction,” he said. “Older than the throne. Older than the Alphas. They call themselves the Veiled Fang. They believe the Moon should choose rulers directly—no bloodlines, no packs. Only obedience.”

They, like all the factions, possessed people with skills to deal with those events. “Yes, we recognize Ragnar, ambassador of the dragon and raptor faction. You have the floor.” Yes, birds, dragons, and a few dinosaur shifters banded together to form this faction. After all, many flew, so they encountered similar breaches and possessed similar flight restrictions. Who better to police them and represent their needs?

Liora said. "Just so I'm right, the North is divided into five factions, the Green faction, the Reds, the White faction, the Blue faction, and the Radicals." I said, taking a pause as she changed to style my hair. "The Green faction are the peaceful ones mostly always agreeing with the White faction." "That's accurate." Liora said, focusing on what she was doing. "The White faction is also called the golden faction, and they're royals. The Blues are the most innovative, and the most connected with the people. The Reds have the affinity to rebel, while the Radicals are outrightly seeking war with whoever they can fight."

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?"

“Some of them believe that makes you a threat.” “And some,” Brie added carefully, “believe it makes you a successor.” Avi froze. “Successor? No. No, that’s impossible. I don’t want…” “That doesn’t matter,” Trace said softly. “They are already divided over you.” Brie nodded. “A faction of Dawlya, small, but growing, is considering breaking from the Dawlya High Circle entirely. They want to follow you.” Cain growled low, barely restrained. “Over my dead body.”

Stella sprang to her feet and stopped Frank from leaving. She struggled with herself and finally told him why she had to stop him. - The Favonis were divided into two factions. Stella's brother and father were leading the independent faction, which had taken the difficult path of striving to make something for themselves in Draconia. The other faction—consisting of Stella's uncles and the rest—opted to ally themselves to one of the major sects in the South Sea. And one such offer came to them from none other than Hundred Bane Sect.