Faction Names Divergent Novels & Stories

“No. Officially, the project failed. But they were obsessed with the potential of creating perfect soldiers, though they wanted Lycan DNA. I… went further.” “I imagine you did.” Sasha’s voice was one of feigned boredom, but his eyes were sharp as blades. “And this creature… Does it have a name?” “Only the production code. NO-F1R. Or… ‘Norfir’.” Sasha stared at the creature for long seconds. The name seemed fitting. Something that should not exist… And yet, it breathed. “I want a demonstration.” “It’s dangerous to activate it alone, but… I can use one of the basic commands. It won’t leave the capsule. I promise.”

We were about to step into the danger zone, but I knew I wasn’t alone. “Moon Goddess, please let me do my best... for Phoenix.” I looked out at the crowd. Right in front, I spotted Tyra’s pink hair and her huge smile from across the room. She waved her phone, flashing a message that read: DIVERGENT WILL HOWL Then another message popped up: I LOVE YOU, FLAMMEE I smiled. Flammee—that’s the in-game name I chose during registration. Finley came up with it. He said, “Because you burn bright but move with elegance. Like fire.”

Xasha feigned disappointment. The old man's voice went from anger to embarrassment, "we would never betray anyone and let no one ever say that we of the Carbonemys tribe have ever blasphemed against our benefactors. What is your name, benefactor?" "My name is Xasha Devos Von Creig, I'm the head of the Falling Stardust Trading Company." "Nice to meet you, Xasha of the Falling Stardust, I am Ka ah Hui Bi, chieftain of the Carbonemys tribe of the Blue And Endless Valley Of Tortured Souls."

Eira approached. “Firstborn.” He stared at her. “Aspect?” “Winter.” His gaze shifted to Ardan. “Authority.” Then Kate. “Future Winter.” Then me. His expression became confused. “You are strange.” I narrowed my eyes. “I’m going to assume you’re injured and let that go.” Kate touched my arm. The stranger looked at Astraea again. Then whispered one word. “Convergence.” “No,” Astraea said. Everyone froze. The stranger blinked. “No?” “My name Astraea.”

But they brought me a blanket and hot broth. Alpha Tristan knelt beside me, gently placing a hand on my wrist. “You’re still here.” I gripped his fingers. “Still fighting.” He pulled away. “We need a name.” “Bloodborn.” My voice rang clear. Alpha Tristan frowned. “Name matters. Otherwise, it’s just rebellion.” “A title is a promise,” I said. “A warning. So, Bloodborn—born of blood, destined for more.” He thought a moment, then nodded. Lycan Xander lumbered over, face weathered. “Whatever you plan—I’m with you. Rogues, defectors, exiles—they’ll hear our call.”

,he nods and Lucian backs further away. "sorry Alpha",is muttered as Julian nods again. "why is the names Lucian and Julian similar ?",Hannah looks at Julian. "our parents were friends before the uprising and our moms loved those names",she smiled. "I like them",Hannah looks shyly at her dad and beta. "thank you my queen ",Lucian smiles and she blushes more. "can you please call me Hannah?",he looks to his alpha and surprisely Julian nods yes. "as you wish my que...Hannah ",she giggles and I fucking love the sound of it. An hour later Damon wakes and groans in pain.

My dad used to love seeing this and I miss seeing it with him. "Don't worry dad.. I'm getting there. I'm so close to throw James away for you." I mumbled and sighed. I took out my necklace that my mom and dad gave me when I was 6. It's an initial of my name, I.X. Yes, my real name is Ian Xander. I chose to not me Ian Xander when I got into the mafia world and I didn't regret that. I can access James so easily since he doesn't know the real me. Turning my name in Deandre Romeo wasn't easy for me either but I don't have any choice.

‘They are not the enemy,’ the man said, forcing her thoughts back to the present. ‘I know,’ Xavier said and then he added, ‘Darrow?’ ‘Yes?’ the other man responded. ‘Pick them out one by one and end them!’ he ordered. ‘With pleasure…’ Darrow replied. ‘Will you tell me your name?’ Xavier asked the stranger via mind link. ‘Call me Angel,’ he replied. ‘Thank you, Angel. I hope we get to talk and meet when this is over…’ Evidently unaware of what was happening, Rufus pointed the gun at Xavier again. interrupting his communication with the other Were.

We are being told that we have access to the dock. Even the need to mate carnally is suppressed as panic floods through my chest. I jerk at the ropes furiously, knowing that I should have done this a long time ago. I'm going to return home, but I'm now a long way from Austin and all the individuals that could help me. When I was last here, my father attempted to kill me. As a result, I assisted at least fifteen women in fleeing him. What he'll do next is unknown to me. Brian picks up as the community's radio static comes to life. Then comes a voice that I recognize and that makes me want to vomit. It's Lucas, a young alpha that my father was preparing to serve as a lieutenant when I left the

Then her eyes settle on Mathias and her face pales at his rage. I know what she’s going to do a second before it happens. I think Xander and Devin see it, too. They both let go of Mathias and reach for her. “I, Arya Vetger, Delta of the Blue Crescent Pack, reject you, Devin Laoch, Gamma of the Artemis Pack, and you, Xander Hawthorne, Delta of the Artemis Pack, as my mates.” Devin and Xander crumple to their knees, clutching their chests. Arya begins to fall, but she is caught by Mathias. A feral grin spreads across his face as he looks down at Xander and Devin, clutching each other in their pain.