Darth Cognus Apprentice Novels & Stories

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He said with a cold voice, “What a conceited boy!” Kayson stepped into the mansion’s living hall. Lincoln said through his gritted teeth, “Sir, this boy is Kayson!” Steelification Doyen’s two mentees stood up instantly. The ‘younger’ mentee was the old man in green, and his name was Ian Hach. He was a middle-stage pre-celestial fighter. The other mentee was the old man in purple, and his name was Chuck Lord. He was a body practitioner, and his iron palms were invincible.

Arturo added, "We can only blame the faction's rules. All the talented apprentices have abundant pills and treasures, while mediocre apprentices are often ignored. Since that's the case, they can't blame us for seizing the opportunity to attain personal gain!" Zak stroked his beard and suggested, "Let's not dwell on this. You go tell him." He looked at Archie as he spoke. The communication through consciousness was swift, completed in the blink of an eye. Archie waved and assured Demarcus, "Don't worry, Mr. Demarcus. Leave your son to us!" Demarcus nodded in relief. It turned out Noah was mediocre. Despite his prowess in martial arts, Noah's training abilities were average. Many achieved hig

The weight of leadership pressed heavily upon him, the future Alpha of the **Thornheart Pack** with the responsibility of ensuring their safety. Darius was not just a figurehead; he was a formidable force. His reputation preceded him—tales of his strength echoed through the valleys, often recounted around campfires by the flickering glow of flames. He had trained relentlessly, honing his skills through years of combat and sparring matches. His dark hair fell in unruly waves, framing a face marked by determination, while his piercing green eyes held a fierceness that commanded respect. Many envied him, some feared him, but few truly understood the weight of his burdens.

A voice from the side voiced out his thoughts, “Piers is a loyal fan of yours, Ms. Ruth. He won’t switch. However, I’ve also learned a lot from your guidance.” The one who spoke was Hamish, Denver’s previous apprentice. After Denver got into trouble and was disqualified, Hamish was left with no mentor. Because he had a relationship with Denver and was suspected of framing others, no one was willing to accept him as an apprentice. Previously, he had tried to get Ruth to teach him, but she had rejected him directly. Why was he here spouting nonsense? Ruth looked at him from head to toe and did not deny it. “My only apprentice is on leave. Since I was free, it was only right of me to help strug

Her eyes widen, the orb glowing, and I see myself in her—a child facing a cosmos of possibility, my legacy hers to carry. Cassia governs this city, her crimson fire now a steady warmth, her amber eyes softened, silver scars a badge of honor. She stands on a crystalline balcony, her fire-etched blade sheathed, her voice commanding yet kind, guiding starborn councils. She catches my gaze, her smile fierce, a nod to our battles, our grief, our triumph. Renn teaches in a radiant grove, his blue aura calm, his relics preserved in a shrine to Lena, their starlight guiding young wielders. He laughs with his students, his voice steady, his loyalty a rock, his radiant orbs a spark for new hymns. Madd

He didn’t reply, he just gave a weak smile and then the door closed. Far behind, as the tunnel sealed shut Lucas stood alone in the dark. Vincent’s voice echoed from the far end of the corridor. “My apprentice,” he called. “It’s time to begin.” Lucas wiped his face once,then stepped into the firelit hall. “Yes, Master,” he said. And the lie became his truth. For now.

Kaiden asked, Rune nodded, he swallowed as he pictured that scene which didn’t do well cause it troubled his mind. The wolves could see the uneasiness in their Alpha, they knew what it was … the mate bond. “And that was how we conquered Derek, I had to make myself invisible, entered into the Beta’s body, and knock out Diana and her sister.” “Wow, Gunner your apprentice is wonderful.” Madam Dera said with a smile, Gunner nodded proudly. “And yeah, I am no longer his apprentice, I am now a master right Wizard?” Rune asked earning a glare from the Wizard whose pride in being a good master was punctured.

But beneath the large barn filled with milk-producing cows, there was a hidden laboratory—for drugs and weapons. He was a warden, yes, but a cruel one. With the passage of time and the actions I took, that warden eventually left his cozy little spot and moved into the center of The Noctis' power. He became someone highly trusted today. Dalton—he was staring at me from the phone screen. “I’ll guard it well, boss.” He looked calmer and colder than Diego. They were twins. Both of their hands had slight deformities because they had been conjoined at birth. When they met, they never spoke, but they always understood each other through body language and eye contact.

I just wish that mine isn't a scumbag. "Let the guarding assignments begin," Reese said into the mic, and the auditorium was engulfed in deafening silence. "Apprentice#1, you are assigned to Underboss Carlito Galvez." Daisy gasped beside me. "What?" I asked. "Lucky," she muttered under her breath. "Carlito Galvez is hot as fuck. I wouldn't mind guarding him for the upcoming years." I looked at her with raised eyebrows. "How do you even know these people? I haven't heard of them before!"