Banished Disciple's Counterattack Novels & Stories

I stared him down and replied coldly, "No thanks. Being on the same land as you and Daisy disgusts me." Rex's expression darkened, and he sneered. "Disgust? Could anything be more disgusting than you, covered in blood? Alicia Russell, you really should look in the mirror and see how hideous you've become!" I clenched my fists and turned to leave. What Rex didn't know was that the night before I was exiled, I had lost my wolf. He also didn't know that bloodshed and a fighting instinct were all I had learned to survive after the exile.

He says before stepping back. “However, if I may Alpha, I would like to spar with you at some point in the future.” He says, grinning at me. “Deal.” I say, smiling, before turning back to Carlos. The next two contestants for Alpha both rescind their challenges, and the battles are over. I am officially the pack’s Alpha again. I stand in front of the pack, pulling Grace to my side.

I shoved him away and said, "Don't worry about me—just go!" However, it was too late. Over a dozen bodyguards rushed out of a car that had just stopped. They grabbed Mark and pinned him to the ground. Cindy walked up and kicked him ruthlessly. "Where the hell did you come from, you clueless idiot? Do you know who I am? How dare you stop me from teaching this wench a lesson! Are you looking for death?" Mark took a hard kick to the chest, and the intense pain made him break into a cold sweat. However, he mustered his strength to fight back, desperately trying to break free.

I picked up a blank sheet and began writing. My counter-strategy had three components. The first was informational, I needed to compile and make available the archive evidence about Blood Moon's elder council manipulation, the Gray bloodline suppression, and the prophecy fragment. Not as a defense of the bond, which required no defense, but as evidence that the assembly's formal review was compromised from within by people with a decades-long interest in the outcome.

My fingers itched to try it. Dana barked orders at a young male who had dropped his guard. “Again! You fight like you’re afraid to bleed!” I clenched my fists on my lap. The anger from earlier still simmered. I would not stay on this bench forever. I would train. I would get stronger. And the next time Lucian looked at me from that window, he would see someone who refused to be kept. A loud crack of wood on wood drew my eyes back to the field. One warrior had just disarmed another with a brutal strike.

He pulled his blades back and swung them forcefully, aiming for the vampire who had lost his mind. “Augendae: Unleash Half-Moon’s Counter!”

“From Norway.” And as expected, silence fills the gap between us and though I’m not directly looking at him, I know that he understands my situation. That I’ve been banished from my own Pack. Titus Bane This whole day has been unexpectedly wonderful, and that’s coming from someone who doesn’t do anything considered to be anything remotely close to that adjective, and yet, here we are. I tried so hard to resist it, to tell myself that I didn’t want to be involved with someone like her, but who the hell was I fooling?

Her eyes caught his in this panic and he felt a huge twitch of arousal at her distress. Alle tried to drag his mind away and focus on Jack who was muttering a scheme. “…we can then swoop in and justifiably kill him you know” Jack finished whispering, keenly watching Caleb’s expression. “She’s shouting for Alexander, is he here?” “He’s banished, he’ll be back soon enough once he gets wind of this, time to strike now brother.” What the hell is going on here? Alpha Jones? The boys looked around

A terrifying aura rippled through the void. Screams of agony filled the sky as the Webers' disciples fell. They were unable to withstand even a single blow from Chase. Chase's right leg swept out like a whip, smashing one disciple's spine with a deafening crack. The man crumpled to the ground and became unconscious. Chase moved like a phantom, evading the arrows fired by the Webers' warriors. Simultaneously, he countered with sharp, devastating strikes, demolishing the opposition with ease.

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.