Banished Disciple's Counterattack Novels & Stories

"None of you are allowed to plead for her! Until she apologizes, she stays inside!" Helen sighed in relief, stepping aside without a word. Meanwhile, I stood there, stunned. So, this was what he thought of me. My heart ached, but it did not matter anymore. I was already dead—both in body and in spirit. Ean finally acknowledged me and led the group to the abandoned freezer. When we arrived at the door, the guards were visibly trembling. "Mr. Smith, Madeline hasn't given in yet," one guard stammered,

“You have been a disgrace since birth. You finally found someone willing to accept you, and with your foolish, reckless behavior, you ruined it. Tell me—who in this pack will ever want to settle for you now?” “Dad, I’m sorry,” I cried. “I’m so sorry, please.” I dropped to my knees in front of him, begging, my tears falling freely onto the floor. But his expression didn’t soften. “By the power vested in me as the Alpha of this pack,” my father said firmly, “Athena Davis, you are hereby banished from the Light Moon Pack.” I froze completely, “Alpha, I think that’s a bit…” Silas began, but my father cut him off instantly with a low, threatening growl.

I had lost the ability to shift. With my ankle bleeding and the Panthera tigris circling, something inside me snapped. I pulled a dagger from my boot. My hands trembled as I held it, my breath shallow but steady. The beast lunged again, its jaws wide enough to crush my head. I waited until I could see the flecks of drool on its teeth, then struck. The blade sank into its neck, and its agonized screech split the air. That’s when he arrived.

Yet, he still came here, which meant he was confident. The sky seemed to tremble as the night blazed with dazzling brilliance. The battle of the three supremes was a once-in-a-century spectacle. Countless warriors, previously driven away by Lucifer, surged forward once again, watching with bated breath, their blood boiling. "Attack!" At Kingsley's command, the coalition army launched their assault. Their target was the 500 disciples. From the shadows, Umbra emerged. She fixed her gaze on Orabella. "I'll handle her. You take a break."

But instead of helping me, she glared coldly. Then she joined the others. “Banish her!” My heart sank. “You can’t do this!” I cried. But my voice was nothing more than a weak whisper against the roaring chants. My knees buckled, and I collapsed to the ground, finally accepting my fate. Suddenly, a familiar scent surrounded me. Warm. Comforting. Clover. She knelt beside me, her voice soft with concern. “Stay calm. I’ll make sure they don’t banish you, okay?” she whispered.

Each word was like another knife and then he pulled Serena closer to him, and her smile returned. “My Luna is already here.” The crowd grew silent, and Serena looked down at me, and her eyes shone with victory, and then she spoke. “And I never want to see her again.” The elders looked at each other, and then the head elder stepped forward and his voice sounded firm. “The decision is made.” My body shook on the ground. “Lyra Vale is banished from the Stormclaw Pack.” The words echoed in my head. Banished? My chest hurt so much that I could not breathe, and then I pushed myself up, and my legs felt weak.

His attack became more and more fierce. “Today, if I can kill the two people in front, as well as Jason, and even casually take Gaia and Excalibur away, it is worthy for me to sacrifice a disciple, even if we are as close as father and son. I, Dennis, want to pursue immortality.” Dennis thought.

he said, winking at me. When I heard that, I looked up and felt my she-wolf startled inside me. *** From Bennett's point of view. As soon as Vanessa left the room, Alan, James and I stood there exchanging glances. James positioned himself to throw the first punch, while I scanned every possible attack for a defense. The thought of being the first one out with Vanessa was eating me up inside. Shit, I had to win this at all costs. However, when James gets ready to fight Alan, Alan just waves his hands in surrender.

The doors are right there, so we just hurry up and bust through the door, breaking it right off its hinges. People outside scream at the sight of a big white wolf busting through a strip club, but I don’t care. I don’t even care if the police start to shoot. I just push myself further, sprinting away from Original Sin as fast as possible. But just as I’m about to go far, I hear a male voice in my head say with amusement, “You won’t go too far.” It’s him. The Disciple. “I’m coming after you.”

I was infected with silver dust corrosion after falling into a silver mine ten days ago. The healer strongly requested that I receive treatment at the infirmary. However, when I arrived, I was told that all the healers had been dispatched to the front lines—the pack was at war with neighboring clans. I had no choice but to turn to my parents for help. After my mind-link was rejected for the twentieth time, I clutched my corrosion report and dragged myself to the Werewolf Council.