Infiltrating The Yiga Clan Novels & Stories

Immense fear began to creep into everyone's hearts. Lisa was from the Sky Dragon Clan, Walter had the bloodline of the dragon race, and Yara was from the phoenix bloodline. Even though they still harbored fear of fighting the Nine-Sea Giant Squid, their bloodline was screaming for them to go into battle. They were unable to control themselves and were about to reveal their true forms to get into a fierce fight. The memory from their bloodline was about to be awakened. Millions of years ago, Klondike had invaded their worlds and brought calamity to numerous clans. This great feud and hatred had been deeply imprinted into the bloodline of ancient clans.

“What is this nonsense about Hugo being a member of Klana Clan?” “Nonsense?” Snow tilted his head. “It is not nonsense, my dear Serafina. He is a member of the Klana Clan. At least that is what the Lycan and everyone else believe. Also seeing that Hugo was almost beaten to death by the warriors, he won’t be telling anyone otherwise, any time soon.” Snow’s lips curved in the weirdest look that curled Chanda’s stomach. “You planned the whole attack and then framed an innocent man?” Chanda accused him.

Chen inquired, his expression still cautious but in his mental scape, the Bright Goddess Butterfly took the flowing needles as an obstacle course and began flying around in excitement. "Have you heard of Clear Sky Clan?" Yang stated with a proud expression. Seeing Chen nod, Yang continued, "Our four clans are the subsidiary of the great Clear Sky Clan! Seeing that you didn't try to attack us or covet the corpses of these spirit beasts, we won't harm you." "Ah, thank you!" Chen hurriedly nodded. However, the moment his right arm tilted slightly, Niu's expression changed. He hid it quickly enough and spoke with a low tone.

"Why did the Dourado family try to kill the Nagorski siblings? I was merciful and spared your men. Why send someone to snoop around after?" "People are unpredictable, and one must always be prepared," Takuya said gravely. "I was merely taking precautions, defending myself." He looked at Alexander intently and continued, "For ages, the secret clans of Wyverna and the cultivators of Yehooda Kingdom have kept to their own. By crossing into Yehooda Kingdom, are you suggesting you want to break that age-old pact?" Alexander's lips curled into a faint smile. "What concern is the secret clans' pact to me?"

“Apparently, they aren’t like our average roadside hoodlums. They were the same ones who jacked Lyra’s crew and jacked their supplies. Word is, they’ve been pulling this crap on other clans too.” “So, who are these guys, exactly?” Kane’s face went dark. “From what I’ve picked up, they area a bunch of rogue with no clan, only a tyrant leader. They teamed up, got themselves organized, and they’re packing serious heat. And, yeah, they’ve got a serious grudge against every organized clans.”

She analyzed Lena's words and asked, "From what you say, even people from the Hughes clan can't move freely between the barriers. "Then how did Jackalyn leave? She even brought a big group of capable men with her. "Based on what I know, Jackalyn is from the Campbell family in Yrindale. How did she manage to enter the clan? How can she control the clan's forces to enter and leave at will?" At the mention of Jackalyn, Lena's indifferent expression was full of hatred. "She is not allowed to enter and leave at will either. She must have done it in secret.

Rene feels further confused, Kai has already pre-informed him that the meeting tent is only used when an important judgement or decision about the clan is about to take place. The air around them is thick with tension; Rene follows stiffly behind Kai as the crowd parts ways for them. Lyrien sits at the high end of the tent; Rene's heart leaps to his throat, and the air around them seems to grow further colder. Lyrien's face is remotely blank, but Rene knows him well enough now; beneath his dark gaze is rage simmering like a furnace. Rene gasps when two burly warriors drag in a screaming Yara. "Let me go! Don't forget I'm your lady Chief!" Her shrill voice echoes the otherwise deadly silent t

The fourth clan are made of men and women with an eagle vision, they could site a needle miles away both by day and night, so they were made watchers, it was also said of them that their ancestors were eagles; the fifth clan could transform into any beast of the field and they live in caves, the sixth clan is known as the clan of the deaf, they could run faster than a dear, and are mostly hunters, their ancestors were hunters, the seventh clan was a clan not born of women, they drink nothing other than liquor, the shout of one of them cuts across fifty miles, it was

“Roxie, I’m Annie Yin.” “Yeah, I know. That’s what you go by now. But what does that even mean?” Annie tilted her head and gave her a meaningful look. “Have you heard of the Yin clan?” Roxie frowned, thinking. “Yin clan… Yin clan… Wait. Isn’t that the ultra-powerful family out of Spain or South America or something? Big in real estate and film production… but also rumored to have ties with…?” “Everything,” Annie finished. “The Yins don’t just run industries. They protect their own.”

"What is it? You’re turning white." "This isn't a rogue symbol," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "This belongs to the Vane Clan. An old bloodline from the high peaks. We thought they were extinct, but lately... there have been whispers. Whispers that they’ve been the ones organizing the rogue groups, funding them, training them." Reylap looked back at the treeline where the attacker had disappeared. "You mean this wasn't a random raid?" "No," I said, my grip tightening on the silver until it bit into my palm. "This is a declaration of war.”