Black Disciple Literature 1 16 Novels & Stories

He was the first to snap out and he stared at that disciple, and asked, "Hurry, spit it out, what sort of Dark Race?" Only then, that disciple of the Lennie family snapped out and said to the head of the Lennie family, "Sir, even I have no idea what sort of Dark Race that was. Anyway, that Dark Race is very powerful." "What's brings them to the back of the mountain?" Rocky asked once again. That disciple of the Lennie family gave it a thought and then, he said, "They had snatched a piece of stone which seemed to be black and there are some golden markings over it."

“What were you doing late yesterday night?” A dark, dangerous undertone bled into his words, his inner beast clawing at the surface, desperate to hunt whoever had broken his mate. Not wanting to utter any words yet, I ignored him. I turned my head away, exposing the fading, bruised mark of my former pack on my neck. “You can choose not to talk, but whoever made you scratch your skin like that wouldn't live to see the next day if you'd just give us a name?!”

Inside there are black candles, several scrolls, and a thick pitch-black book. Of course, it is the book that gets my attention. I took it and inspected it if there are dents, torn pages, or mites. Fortunately, although the book looks old, it also looks new, feels new, and smells new. It has gold writings on it, Death of God. "Death of God?! How did this get to here? I am sure if Mama saw you, she's gonna burn you," I said laughing at my own jokes. See, I am not just unlucky, I am also corny and crazy.

“Let's see if you will die if you could finish five hundred laps. Besides, aren't you all beta werewolves? It's no problem at all. You'll get through it!” No! There's no way we can get through it! We'll die! Evelyn added, “Start running now, the time is running!” The twenty disciples were crying without tears as they started running for five hundred laps. While deep down inside, they complained. Their new master is a demon! They were fooled by her gentle and mesmerizing face! END OF CHAPTER 31

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Francesco My hands trembled as I placed them on The Black Book. This isn't going to be easy. But I have to do it. I sucked in a sharp breath and flipped open the cover. Deadly Sins. Wild Secrets. Mafia Rules. Do You Dare To Enter? A chill ran down my spine. What the hell does that mean? I swallowed hard and turned the first page. Nothing. A frown creased my forehead. I flipped to the next. Still nothing.

"We have tracked a Heretic data-packet to this location. Submit to a mandatory Core-Drive scan, or be formatted on the spot." The Disciple began walking through the tables, brutally grabbing patrons by their collars and jamming a scanning cable into their synthetic necks. He moved toward the corner where the terrified girl was hiding. But suddenly, his path was blocked. Caleb Blackwood hadn't moved fast. He had just casually stepped into the aisle, his massive, broad shoulders completely obscuring the Disciple's line of sight. The Alpha King looked down at the chrome-armored cyborg, his hands resting casually in the pockets of his trench coat.

But after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't figure it out for a while. "I've seen this." The smile on Eric Khol's face gradually faded away. There was a faint light of excitement in his eyes. At the same time, he waved a thin booklet in his hand. "This is the list of the Outer Disciples and inner disciples who have recently disappeared in Myriad Demons Burial Ground." Eric Khol explained, "It records the names, realms, cultivation methods, martial arts techniques, and even magics of these disciples." Eric Khol, who had lost his smile, gave people an invisible pressure.

“There is so much you need to know, come let’s sit down in one of my favorite places in the backyard and I will tell you a great deal about red, white, and even Alpha wolves. “ I went off with Sarah to the backyard filled with all things red and I wondered if this was how all Priestess with power did things. It was full of all kinds of red flowers and in the middle was a beautiful roofed deck full of wouldn’t you know red furniture. There were already drinks laid out and even electricity to the building as I saw a small mini fridge. I took it all in and she motioned for us to sit. “Come, Kellina, now tell me what do you know?”