Banished Disciple's Counterattack Novels & Stories

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.

I took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. “Fuck off! “he cursed. I immediately left because I can’t help my tears from falling. I thought he was going to follow me but I didn't even see his shadow following me. I heard the conversation of two women in the distance and I didn't like what I heard from them. "Luna Riana’s betrayal of Alpha Killian has spread throughout Harvard so she should be banish. She doesn't deserve to be a Luna" "I can't believe Luna Riana could do that, Abby,"

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

“Vessels we’ve been cultivating for exactly this moment. Your maternal attachment is the weakness, not their age.” Dante and Lysander are trying to reach their brothers but the Shepherd holds them back with casual power. “Don’t interfere,” he warns. “I want to see how long she can avoid fighting back before survival instinct overrides motherhood.” Marcus and Adrian are getting more vicious, their attacks more coordinated, and I’m bleeding from multiple wounds now because dodging isn’t perfect defense. My Void-Wolf nature is raging at me to fight properly, to use dissolution on these threats, but I keep refusing.

"The one they banished. The one you all forgot." "Banished?" Reylap whispered, her hand tightening on Eliott's arm. "Who? Give me a name!" The prisoner opened his mouth to speak, but his expression suddenly contorted. It wasn't pain from his leg—it was something internal. He clawed at his neck, his eyes bulging. "Wait, he’s—" I started, stepping toward him. Suddenly, a pitch-black mark, like a vein of ink, erupted across his skin, slicing a perfect, horizontal line across his throat. It looked like a shadow had turned into a blade.

When they finally draw close enough, the energy between Caelum and me connects, creating a wave of palpable power in the air. Together, we begin reciting the banishment spell, our voices resonating in unison, both aloud and in our minds. It’s an ancient tongue, heavy with strength and meaning, vibrating through the ground and the very sky above us. Malakar, sensing the danger, becomes even more feral, attacking with renewed fury. I use the newfound powers within me to fight back. My claws slice through the air, my movements sharp and precise, as though ancient instincts have awakened within me. Each strike from Caelum and me forces Malakar back until, finally, the ground beneath us begins to