Banished Disciple's Counterattack Novels & Stories

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.

The bomb's entire display went dark in an instant. Time seemed to freeze. One second. Two seconds… The countdown stopped. The numbers froze at 05:07. "No!" Jasmine's voice exploded from the speaker, hysterical and shredded. "That's impossible! How dare you! How dare you do this!" The pride and calculation in her voice were completely shattered. All that remained was raw madness and an unwillingness to accept defeat. I lifted my head and looked toward the pitch-black window of the building across the plaza.

"I survived. And I got stronger." "So come back," he pleaded. "Come back to me. We can start over." "Start over?" I shook my head. "We're over, Nico. We've been over for five years." "No!" he suddenly snapped. "You're my woman! You always will be!" He lunged for me. A hand shot out and blocked him. Lucas was beside me, his eyes blazing with danger. "Mr. Falcone," his voice was a low threat, "I think you've misunderstood something."

They would simply step into the space left behind. I had seen it done before. My father had seen it done to a neighboring Alpha twenty years ago. The man had been strong enough to hold his borders against any direct assault. But his bond mate had been considered unusual by his council's standards, and the whisper campaign had taken eight months and the man had lost not a battle but a vote of confidence that his own inner circle had organized. He had been finished before the first blade was drawn. I was not going to be finished that way.

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.