Disciple Homestuck Novels & Stories

His eyes move over me — grey robe, no clan mark, white hair, the iron Outer Disciple tag at my collar — and his expression does the rapid calculation of someone determining threat level and finding the number low. "New intake," he says. "This isn't your concern. Wait your turn." "I read the rules pamphlet," I say. "Page fourteen, paragraph three. Senior disciples are prohibited from leveraging rank differential for personal resource extraction. That's the rule. You're currently breaking it in front of twelve witnesses." One of the disciples on the bench — a girl with Frost Moon Kingdom robes, Spirit Awakening Stage 2 — looks between me and Ren with an expression of someone watching a situati

However, on second thought, he shouted, “Philip Clarke, how dare you act tough?! Do you want to die? Your wife is in my hands now, and my men have already gone to bring your daughter here. If you want your wife and daughter to be safe and sound, stand still!” Philip’s eyes twitched as he turned to look at Liam with killing intent in his eyes. He said coldly, “Do you want to die?” His words were full of killing intent! Hearing that, Liam laughed and said, “Philip, I know you have some strength. During the incident in Beacon Group last time, I could tell that you’re not an ordinary person. But I’m not easy to mess with either! This time, I found someone from the 12 Sacred Halls of the West to

I almost choked because of that and then coughed. “Ugh… Yes? Sorry, what was that?”, I stuttered. “May I know your name? I’m Clayton Sommers, Philosophy, senior year”, he looked at my eyes deeply and gave out his hand. MY GOD…if after today you decide to take me away to heaven, I’m ready God… I already felt the best day of my life… Clayton Sommers just asked my name personally!! But, on second thought, NO!!!!! I won’t go to heaven if I can’t talk to this beautiful creature anymore… Oh please dear God, I revising the wish, please spare my life, give me a long lifeline...

"Compensation? We should be demanding compensation for making us wait all this time for nothing! How dare you ask for money! Get lost!" Rhea collapsed onto the floor and wailed, but no one pitied her. They only found her cries an unpleasant nuisance. "Haven't you humiliated us enough?" Flint snapped. "Now come with me!" He hauled her up from the floor and dragged her out of the house. … Two weeks passed. As my hatchling grew by the day, Drakon and I slowly settled into our roles as new parents. One day, while we were out buying supplies, we walked past Flint's old storefront and noticed several men at the entrance.

I said through gritted teeth. "Oh babe, don't get mad." The man tried to grab after me. "Don't call me that!" I slapped his hand away. He gave me a smile. "I was busting my ass in the gym only to find my home turned into a fucking whorehouse." "Chick, it's not like that." I gave a bitter laugh, "then explain what they are doing here. Why the fuck are you here? I don't even know you." "He's me friend-" Jake said.

At the same time, the woman saw the tip of a sword protruding from the disciple’s heart, blood oozing out continuously. “I... Ugh...” The disciple turned with difficulty, and his expression flashed with disbelief when he saw Andrius’ cold and emotionless face. He was a ninth Divine Step expert! However, someone just snuck up on him and dealt a fatal blow... It was over. Andrius twisted the sword, ending the disciple’s life. Thud... The disciple fell to the ground, dead. Andrius pulled out the sword and said to the stunned woman, “Go home quickly. Try not to come out if you can before order is restored.”

The year is 2075 AD and this is the beginning of the end, the beginning of humanity’s fight against the forces of hell. FACTS • THE DISCIPLES ARE A TEAM OF PAGE HOLDERS BROUGHT TOGETHER BY THE CHURCH. THEY ARE THE SECOND MOST IMPORTANT FIGHTERS IN THE WAR AGAINST HELL, THEY POSSESS A SINGLE SCRIPTURE VERSE AND ARE CAPABLE OF THE ABILITY SPELLED OUT IN THAT SCRIPTURE, THEY HAVE UNDERGONE SEVERE TRAINING TO MASTER THEIR ABILITIES AND ARE VERY PROFICIENT FIGHTERS. THEY NUMBER 144 IN TOTAL AND ARE DIVIDED INTO TEAMS OF 12, WITH EACH TEAM HAVING ITS OWN CAPTAIN. SOME OF ITS MEMBERS GAINED THEIR PAGE FROM BIRTH WHILE OTHERS HAD THEIRS IMPLANTED IN THEM

One day, while playing, I spotted a glitch. There was always an NPC. He kept getting crushed by falling rocks again and again. Never dodged. If a player pulled him away, he'd walk right back. If anyone talked to him, he'd just repeat, flat, "I... love you." I closed the laptop. Outside the skyscraper windows, the sun rose. I smiled. I'm never going back. Tomorrow's mine.

Homer rose from his seat, deep in thought. Lysander said in shock, "Mr. Bond, that's… That's—" "The Grand Pilgrimage," Homer interjected, a sudden smile lighting his face as he glanced downstairs. "The malevolent spirits have been transformed into holy ones capable of saving humanity in crucial moments. Excellent, excellent! This apprentice of mine is truly a prodigy in the arcane arts, as expected!" Lysander, still confused, responded, "Your apprentice? But she said she isn't a practitioner, Mr. Bond."

I smiled. "Who is he and can he fight?" I was worried for a moment, but I saw humor in his dark eyes. I couldn't help but laugh, mostly in relief. "Do you know Tristian Fletcher?" A smile broke out on his face. "Yeah, I do. I do Mechanics with him at school. This is my party. You're not Haven are you?" I nodded slowly. "I am, why?" "Dude talks about you non stop. 'Haven' this, 'Haven' that. He's got it bad! I didn't think he'd convince you to come." He looked me up and down. "You don't look like a Disciple."