Banished Disciple's Counterattack Novels & Stories

As Daciana rubbed her forehead, trying to come to terms with everything she saw, she squinted her eyes when she noticed the disciple staring directly at her. With malice. Suddenly, the bowl of moon water exploded, causing the stuffed wolf to hit the ground. The disciple’s lips curled up into a sadistic smile that seemed unnatural. “She’s watching,” The disciple said with a crooked voice, tilting her head. “She knows you saw. You shouldn’t have seen it.” The priestess reacted just then and drew a protective symbol in the air with her fingers, but the disciple’s body moved with inhuman speed. She reached for Daciana, her fingers curling into claws midair. Daciana ducked just in time, the claws

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.

Jacob’s laughter rang from the other end of the room, already retreating into the dark. “Coward!” I roared, splitting another disciple open from sternum to throat. “Running won’t save you!” “Why should I waste my strength when my disciples can tear you apart for me?” His voice was smug, dripping venom. Another blast hit my shoulder, sending me stumbling to a knee. My breath came in ragged pulls. Too many hands clawed at me, too much black fire blurred my vision. Their plan was to drown me in sheer numbers… and it was working.

“You liar!” Everyone turned to me and Draven stepped closer and his face was hard and unreadable, like I meant nothing now. “Please,” I whispered. “Please, don’t do this.” No one answered and then Draven said the words that ripped the ground from under me. “Nyra Veylin is hereby banished from Shadowfang Pack.” I froze and the world around me went silent. “No…” My voice came out broken. “No, please.” I then grabbed the bars and pushed my face between them as far as I could.

“Hmph! You’re still insisting on seeing our Sect Leader?” The disciple’s expression darkened, and he quickly attacked. Initially, James did not want to hurt them since he had come for the divine object. However, he knew ascending Mount Bane would be impossible if he did not fight today. Just when the disciple’s sword was about to land on him, James suddenly raised his hand and clasped the sword with two fingers. “What?” The Sacerdotal Sect disciple’s expression became solemn. He exerted all his strength, but the sword did not move.

Riana stood up, taking Alpha Killian's hand in hers, and they set off into the unknown together. Alpha Killian held Riana's hand and said, 'I promise you a new life here, Riana. No more fear, no more being banished from the castle.' Riana nodded, her eyes filling with tears. She squeezed Killian's hand in response. They knocked on the door of the small house. After a few moments, an old man opened the door. He looked at them with suspicion. 'Hello? Alpha Killian uttered. "'We were banished from our pack and has been accused by the sins we didn't commit in the castle and are looking for a new life. Would you be willing to help us?'

In the Sea Area, during the battle with the undead, many disciples had expended too much energy. Many Emperor-level and King-level disciples had also chosen to do so. Although the amount of spirit energy in front of them was priceless, he was still able to forcefully suppress the excitement in his heart as he watched from the sidelines. "Ha there are so many treasures. If you do not intervene, don't blame me for attacking first..." Finally, along with this greed, a disciple couldn't help but shout loudly. His voice was full of excitement as he drew out his figure and quickly charged forward.

However, Sebastian's expression changed, and he retorted coldly, "If you want to fight, then fight. Spare me the stupid talk!" At Sebastian's words, Jacob's face darkened, and he grew furious. He shouted, "Kid! It seems you're unwilling to accept kindness but would rather invite punishment. In that case, don't blame me for using force!" "You guys, attack!" Jacob gestured with his hand. Immediately, several disciples from the martial arts school rushed forward, charging at Sebastian. They attacked with fierce momentum and cunning moves. But the next moment, before everyone could react, those disciples who rushed forward were sent flying out. They crashed onto the ground in the rain.

Each slash accompanied with frustration and a scream, it let go of me, just as another one tries to bite onto my head, I manage to dodge that and jump to my feet but another one sinks its claws into my side, making me double over. I struggle to get out of its hold, jabbing my elbow into its hard skull over and over again but this only makes it more aggressive. I have been unable to shift for a while and in times like this when I am super active, Reyna would sit back and watch. Too weak to do anything. Maybe even weaker than me. “Watch out!" Reyna warns as another one runs straight for me, teeth bared, mouth open wide enough to bite into my head. I thrash against the one holding me, using all