All My Disciples Suck Novels & Stories

Though the disciples had a decent level of attainment, they quickly succumbed to despair and crumbled under the tiger's attack. The rapid demise of their most powerful members shattered their fighting spirit. They turned and attempted to escape, but Severin did not give them a chance to flee. He pursued them swiftly and eliminated them all. "He's… he's so strong! Those disciples had such high attainment, yet he ended their lives so easily," remarked a female level eight saint from Rachel's group.

Leila There was a silence in the room. A good silence. They were hanging on every word. I had learned to speak their language in a way that they could understand and relate to. It helped make the stories come alive so the students were able to relate to the trials and tribulations of the poor misunderstood gods. “He killed her?” someone offered. I looked at Christopher and smiled. “Dear Heph, did you kill me?” I asked in a high-pitched voice. He slowly shook his head. “Death would have been a kindness.”

Of course. "He's in meetings," Cole said, "but he'll tell you the same thing I'm telling you. Listen to McKnight because he's the best at what he does." "Are you the best?" Something dark crossed his face. "I used to be." "What does that mean?" "It means I'm good at keeping people alive now." The kitchen felt too small, too warm. I could smell his coffee. See a scar on his neck. There was something about him that made it hard to think straight.

"Poor Nina. I'll subscribe to show my support. I'll support you from now on no matter what you choose to do!" "That girl is evil. For her own selfish reasons, she ruined the future of all her classmates." "Which school is this? Whose daughter is this? Tell me the address, I'll go over right now and make her suffer." Jason lunged at me and questioned me loudly, "It's the SAT! How can you be so cruel?" Although the other students didn't lunge at me, their eyes told me that they wanted to tear me apart. In just a few minutes, 300,000 viewers poured into Nina's stream. Most of them cursed at me and said that I should die. They even cursed at my dad.

The disciples were all afraid and didn’t dare to do it. The sect master was furious. “You dare to disobey a direct order? What are you afraid of? Can’t you see that that brat and his kid are fine down there? Go!” With a big wave of his hand, he grabbed a few dozen disciples through the void and threw them down one after another. Splash, splash! Immediately after half a dozen disciples fell into the water, mournful screams rang out. The highly potent poisonous water immediately melted seven or eight disciples. They yelled and struggled a few moments before their voices trailed off, and they sank slowly.

"Otherwise, why do you think the 2000 disciples on the waiting list are divided into five academies? How come there are barely any authorities in the academies, but a few teachers? This kind of hands-off management is perfect for disciples who are truly powerful. Only after unifying his academy and gaining the support of all its disciples, can he be worthy of the title of the top disciple, of eventually joining the core disciples, and of obtaining our sect's true legacy and magic skills! "Huh. How come I don't know all of this?" "You're just a glutton who eats all day. If you asked the third-generation disciples, you would have known." "Why should I go ask since you can tell me?" said the ch

Woo! Dax sighed when he heard that. Then, he smiled. “Yes, I’m sure he will. Darryl is a cat; he has nine lives—” “Master.” Suddenly, a disciple entered the hall. He sounded anxious when he said, “Master, Mistress, something bad has happened. Something terrible!” The disciple panted and sweated profusely. “What’s with all the panic?” Dax said curtly. “Speak properly!” Then, Dax picked up his tea and casually took a sip.

I might be desperate, but I wasn’t about to spill my guts to a guy I just met. “And what else is on your mind?” His eyes flicked to mine, searching. I met his gaze, my heart pounding. “Depends on what you’re *really* offering.” He smirked, but it was sharp, like he felt the weight of my words. “I like that. You’re direct. It’s a nice change from the Council’s BS.” “I’ve had enough politics to last me a lifetime,” I snapped, my voice betraying a flicker of exhaustion.

On the day of my wedding, I accidentally oversleep by six hours. By the time I rush to the venue, my fiance, Jared Marshall, has already gone through the entire ceremony with his first love. He looks at my sweat-drenched face and just smiles and comes clean. "I'm the one who drugged you. Amber wanted a wedding, and it's no big deal, so I gave her one." As if worried I might cause a scene, he adds casually, "Be good, and I'll take you to get our marriage license next week. Besides, making a fuss now won't change anything. "Look, the wedding dress isn't even your size." My gaze settles calmly on the bride, who is wearing the gown I've spent nearly half a year choosing. Everyone holds the

I chuckled as Demeter tried to get out of my grasp, only to hear him moan in pain. I uttered the last sentence in a mocking voice and pouted at him in a way that was meant to be insulting. "You witches always forget that you're all mortal. You don't heal from wounds easily. You are neither unnaturally fast nor strong. You're like any human, except that you can light a fire without a match." "Just so you know. I actually hate that I have to kill you, to be completely honest. You're a fantastic musician and have good potential to be a great witch." I grasped his face and examined it closely.