Beggar Sect Novels & Stories

What made him most uneasy was that the Leopard Cat Spirit had told him one night that Malicious Grudges borne for more than a millennia would turn into Heavy Grudges, and someone who was possessed by them could be resurrected by such vengefulness again and again. There was the problem of the Corpse Refinery Sect as well. It could not have been unaware of the fact that there was such a terrifying 1000 year old Corpse King being held here. It now seemed like the sect had been responsible for releasing news of extraordinary treasure being kept at this spot to draw large numbers of cultivators over here. As for what their purpose actually was, Xiao Chen was not really sure for now. "Kaboom!"

The latter wore torn and tattered robes, receiving the full brunt of the derision and jokes made by the arrogant young masters. "Who are these beggars? How do they even dare come here to take the test?" "Look at their torn and tattered robes. Who knows how they even made their way to the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect? It's just humiliating for us to be taking the test with them." "Heh heh, so even these poor beggars wish to take the test? Are they here to be a disgrace?" "Heh, heh, interesting. Let's look at this—don't let even one of these beggars enter the Swordsmanship-sect. I simply don't believe that the Snow Province's dominator grade sect would take in a bunch of lowly beggars."

"My friends told me they've seen him at several casinos around here. He's lost everything. He's been ranting about how one last big win will change everything. He's really lost it." I paused for a moment. Sabrina used to despise gamblers. She always said they had no self-control. It was funny how the man she loved turned out to be one. "Do you want me to teach him a lesson?" Leila asked. I shook my head. "No need. Karma will catch up with him." Sure enough, a few days later, Leila told me that Zane had his leg broken by debt collectors after failing to pay what he owed. When I saw him, he was hobbling along with great difficulty and scavenging for food in a trash can.

When Dad formally announced me as the sole heiress of the Weatherby family, Luca and the resuscitated Sally had already been locked away in the same mental institution. The two siblings were destined to rot there forever.

Cass asked, looking around nervously. "Just stand there and don't move," Loreen replied sharply. Cass stood still, her eyes fixed on her stepmother. Her eyebrows pulled together in deep confusion as she watched Loreen walk up to a shabby, untidy man who was sitting quietly on the dirty sidewalk curb. Cass could hardly believe her eyes. Her high-and-mighty, incredibly picky stepmother was actually talking to a beggar. It made absolutely no sense. "What the... what is going on here?" the young woman whispered to herself, her eyes wide with shock. "Is she seriously talking to him?"

"Amari, what did I even do to get dragged into this mess?" Amari shook his head with a heavy sigh. "Andrew, you're tangled in a web of romantic debt, and it's leading you to your doom. Finnegan is not someone to be trifled with because standing behind him is the Umbral Peak Sect, a group that straddles both good and evil."

And here too were the Legionnaires themselves, easily identifiable by their short haircuts, regimental tattoos, and flinty stares. Beggars who had fought under alien suns, looked death in the eye, and buried their friends. All for the stench of urine-soaked alleys, the contempt of those they had served, and the solace found in a bottle. Demobilized by the thousands, and with nothing to do, they stood in little groups.

Did she pick him up off the street and bring him to her condo? I knew Jheanne had a big heart and liked helping people, but what I didn't understand was how things had escalated all the way to marriage with a man she had picked up from the street. Unless... Unless the whole thing was just an act to get back at me. A smile slowly spread across my lips. If that was the case, then everyone deserved to know their wedding was a sham. And so the beggar was rich after all. A businessman. Then why hadn't he gone home to his own family? I'd find out. And I'd start with Jheanne. —

"Outlawed because...?" Lysander's voice was soft. "Because it rips the spirit from the wolf and replaces it with hunger." Charlie took a step back, feeling suddenly cold. "Who would do that?" Matthew answered before Lysander could. "The Dire Moon Sect." Charlie blinked. "Sounds like a metal band. Or a cult." Matthew grimaced. "Cult." Lysander corrected, "A renegade pack. Once. Before they fell to insanity." "And now?" Charlie asked.

Ethan and I had modest material desires with few expenses, so we donated a large portion of our annual income to help girls in mountainous regions who had been forced to drop out of school. I still occasionally sent support payments to Mom and Dad, but we had no contact beyond that. I once saw Grace on the street. She had become completely blind and was slowly walking alone with a white cane. Since Jake needed to work, she seemed to have returned to live with the Lane family. Grace, who had once looked at me with victorious eyes, now had a defeated expression. The Lane family, who had once cherished her above all else and panicked at her smallest sneeze, now abandoned her, a blind woman, on