Novel & Cerita Homestuck Disciple

The accompanying note merely read, "I'm sorry about everything I did. This should have been yours all along." I looked at the crest pin glinting under the dim light, and suddenly, I recalled the mockery in Fabio's eyes when my classmates called me a liar. 20 years later, I had finally, in name at least, been granted the same status as Fido. I snapped the box without a second thought and tossed it into the storage chest at the very back of the basement. Luca sent an email written in a stiff, measured tone. In it, he actually admitted to his cruelty and formally invited me to sit in the front row as a family member at this world tour competition the following month.

"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.

“Believe me when I say that if you touch one of them… you’ll find their hands on your doorstep tomorrow morning.” I still. A chill slips down my spine, slow and deliberate. “You won’t,” I say, but there’s hesitation now, a crack forming in my certainty. Is he serious? His expression doesn’t change. “You know my family, little bird,” he replies with a small shrug, like that alone should explain everything. “Don’t call me that—” KNOCK KNOCK Tristan exhales, irritation flickering across his face before it smooths out again. He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he steps toward the door. “I can make someone disappear,” he says calmly, almost absentmindedly, “and no one would bat an eye.”

Instead, it was Stella who started to feel not satisfied as she glanced at Lucas, astonished. It was only obvious that she did not expect Lucas to agree with accepting them both as his disciples. "Senior, are you for real?" Stella looked at Lucas. Lucas nodded and said to Stella, "Since I've nothing better to do, it might be a good thing to just accept them both as my disciples." Actually, deep in Lucas’ heart was just like a clear mirror. He knew that the objective of Zahra and Rylee making him their master was just to make Lucas protect them both after Lucas had revealed all of his prowess.

Amelia wanted to remind them to look around before talking about feelings, but when she saw those bright eyes, she didn't want to hurt their enthusiasm, so she nodded and said, "Yeah, we'll be friends from now on." "You saved us, and I have a secret I want to tell you." That disciple looked pretty young, about sixteen, with a red mole between his eyebrows. "When I first joined, I heard people say your Ethereal Lumin Hold had bad luck and would soon face divine punishment, especially your master, Master Skyweave, who might be in danger."

Orkus paused, looking at Wilbur with a serious expression, and replied, "That individual is merely a low-level dimensional guardian and cannot escape the cycle of life and death." He then changed the subject, saying, "Alright, Wilbur, since you've enjoyed my fish soup, from now on, you are my disciple." "Ah?" Wilbur was taken aback. Orkus smiled faintly and asked, "What's the matter? Are you unwilling?" "No, of course not. I am willing." Wilbur was eager to become Orkus' disciple. After all, having another master meant learning more skills. Given the current crisis, which concerned not just Wilbur but the survival of the entire world, there was no reason for him to refuse.

“Base on how you tamed the golden lion so fast, If I am right, you have high mental strength.” “That's true.” Pierre nodded and asked what really wanted to ask, “Do you wanna be my disciple?” Soheila's eyebrows unintentionally raised when she heard the question. “Huh? Are you okay? You're not sick?” Soheila was confused why would he want herself to be his disciple. Soheila knows that Pierre Andronicus was from the Inner Realm, so his requirements on having a disciple should be high. (Hmph! I know I'm talented! Hahahaha!)

Darryl was about to leave when he saw a disciple staggering out in uneven footsteps. The disciple had obviously drunk too much and was on his way to the toilet. Darryl's eyes lit up. He might as well ask the disciple where Grunt's room was instead of wasting time wandering around the Heavenly Alliance's main altar. After making up his mind, Darryl rushed forward without hesitation and pressed on the disciple's acupoint. Then, he dragged him into a hidden corner.

Once Dustin accepted a disciple, it meant they were officially recognized. His disciple would no longer be just an ordinary person but someone beyond the mortal realm. “I’ll kneel here until you accept me as your disciple,” Brody said stubbornly and refused to get up. “Brody, get up! Stop messing around!” Adrian scolded. He tried to pull Brody up, but Brody would not budge. Brody was stronger than Adrian. Dustin did not say much. He just lifted a hand slightly.

It was a mixture of pity, disgust and unworthiness. Kael's body shakes as his knees give up, making him kneel through the floor. Slowly despair has consumed his heart, he can never get out of this, he wishes he was stronger so that maybe, just maybe, people will believe him that he was a disciple worthy of his master's teaching. To be acknowledged. That was the only thing he wanted. He wished that this was all a dream, he wished he never went to this forest, he wished to see his master for the last time, but the woman in front of him denied him of this wish.