Banished Disciple's Counterattack Novels & Stories

"Dead. But her cause lives on. I am one of many. The shadow witch's disciples are scattered across the kingdom. We will destroy everything you love." I raise the Sun Blade. "You will try." The disciple attacks. The battle is fierce, brutal. The disciple is strong, fueled by dark magic and hatred. But I have the Sun Blade. I have Kael. I have the wolves of Silvermoon behind me. I drive the blade through the disciple's heart. It falls, its body dissolving into shadow. "It is done," I say. But I know it is not. The disciples are real. Dozens of them, scattered across the kingdom. They are wolves who were corrupted by the shadow witch's magic, their minds twisted, their hearts poisoned. They hid

After landing on the ground, she spat a large mouthful of blood and lost consciousness. When the elder disciple saw that, his eyes widened in anger. “Why did you have to hit that hard? Look! Look! She has turned into this hideous thing! How’s she going to be used now?” The younger disciple’s mouth was agape. “I didn’t even exert strength...” After glancing at Hailey, the elder disciple’s ignited flames of lust slowly extinguished. He then said, “Aren’t you going to deal with her? Don’t let the young master see her.”

She was his mate, and instead of loving her, he banished her when she killed the love of his life...

“You sick, delusional, fuck!” “What the fuck?” My father, current alpha of Blackstone, Bart Black, booms across the field. My mother, Beatrice, is at his side, weaving through the crowd. His alpha aura pushing down on all of us. But it doesn’t stop me from beating the life out of my brother. “BANE! ENOUGH!”

A startled grunt escaped me as my fingers instinctively sought out the harbingers but I couldn't reach it. My vision had begun to spin. With all the strength I could muster, I elbowed the figure, hard enough for his grip to falter before flipping him over my back, sending him crashing to the floor. Within seconds, I unleashed the harbingers right into his eye ball, piercing through flesh and bones alike. Blood splattered from the wound as he grew limp. My chest heaved, I yanked the sword free before sprinting right into the church. I caught Vladislav's figure alongside Anatoly and a younger man. Gunshots rang outside, closer now, and I heard the crash of glass as a window shattered.

“Jacob doesn’t care about honor. He wants revenge, and he’s been building alliances for months. This declaration of war isn’t impulsive—it’s calculated.” “How many allies?” “At least three neighboring packs, maybe more. He’s promised them territory if they help him destroy us.” We were outnumbered, possibly outgunned. “What do you suggest?” “Focus everything on this threat. Jacob won’t stop until one of us is dead.” My father looked directly at me. “And I need you completely present for this fight. Not distracted.” Distracted by the woman I’d just banished. I nodded, but my gaze drifted back to the border. In the distance, I could see two figures at the pack border—Hazel and Uma, holding eac

"You! Spoke nonsense without the weapon in front of my eyes." Elder 1 doesn't know how to answer, he didn't get the weapon to analyze. He trusts one hundred percent about his disciples, knowing her from a young age. Tried thinking hard to counter elder 2, fight with him nothing changes the situation. "What solve then about Vampire Clan?" "Force the alliance to the limits.* "With how?" "Easy, just make them hate more to human Sect." "I know about that too, who will be the scapegoat, our disciple?"

I could see how angry Alpha William is at my father for defending me against him. James stood between them. “Alright, so let the duel begin,” he announced and moved down the platform. My father and Alpha William growled as they lunged toward each other. Everyone screamed as Alpha William threw continuous killer punches to my father's face, who returned the punches at full speed and strength. Blood sprinkled everywhere until my father fell to the ground. “What's up, Henry? Are you giving up already?” Alpha William asked, wiping the blood from his nose. “Don't you want to save your daughter? Come on! Get up and fight me!”

I poured everything I had left, every memory, every hope, every shattered dream, into the seal. The silver light exploded. It was a silent, blinding nova that filled the cavern, scouring the darkness, purifying the air. The attacking tendril vaporized into nothing. The Shadow-Warg was slammed back into its prison with a final, earth-shaking, definitive thud that resonated in the marrow of my bones. The force of the backlash hurled me away from the Stone like a discarded doll. I landed on the cold, hard rock with a sickening crunch, the connection violently severed. I lay there, broken. Below, the seal glowed with a steady, strong, peaceful light. It was whole. The prison was secure. The pack

“Even then, the spell might finish if enough blood has already been spilled.” I stared at him. “That’s impossible.” “Yes.” His smile was bitter. “I know.” I stood there, my mind racing through every strategy and watching each one collapse. “How do I stop a spell that might finish even after the caster is dead?” I asked. “You don’t.” Aldric reached into his robes and pulled out a small crystal that glowed with faint light. “But this might. It’s a disruptor. If you can get close enough to touch her while she’s casting, activate this. It should shatter the binding before it locks in.”