Novel & Cerita Maniac Disciples

Their optical sensors shattered instantly, their synthetic bodies flying across the room and crashing into the digital-jukebox in a shower of sparks and synthetic coolant. "He's not using a data-port!" a terrified patron screamed from under a table. "He's fighting offline!" The remaining two Disciples activated their Mantis-Blades—glowing, high-frequency energy swords that extended from their forearms. They lunged at Caleb in perfect, synchronized mechanical synchronization.

Trinity being exiled by a pregnant woman in designer heels. RAyNe wiped tears from his eyes. “She’s going to kill me one day.” Lucian stretched his back and winced. “Bro. She’s already doing it. Slowly. Emotionally. Hormonally. She’s taking you out from the inside.” RAyNe nodded, like he fully agreed. “And I deserve it.” They looked at each other for a beat…two war survivors with PTSD from seafood and mood swings…then burst into more laughter. Lucian pulled out his phone. “You think we can bribe Gianni to let us back in?”

"I am not going anywhere with you. We don't know you and we have been doing fine on our own for years." "I know you have Emmersyn. We have been watching you for a few years now and you have shown us just how strong you are." I jerked my head up at him. "My name is Ajax and I am from Manix University, a school for the supernatural. Your grandfather is the headmaster and would like to meet you." "My what?" My mouth fell open. My brain felt like he had just spoken gibberish. "Now I know you are lying. I have no family so quit stalking me, creep.”

"Surely, you've heard of their existence-" "No, Master Miller!" Scarface screamed, but calmed himself and continued, "Pardon my rudeness, however, that person is not a demonologist. Demonologists summon demons to fight for them. These demons' fires are also green or purple depending on their rank, b-but that mage…" "What about him?!" Marcus couldn't help but raise his voice. Scarface's stuttering was really starting to irk him.

I say, feeling more panic. The man pats my shoulder. “As I said, friends. I know this all seems messed up right now, but I promise it will make sense soon. Come, let’s get you in the car.” The Adam guy helps me while the Fletcher one gets in the front seat. The man sits next to me. As we drive the man looks through my records, swearing as he does so. “So yes to electro then?” The Fletcher guy asks “Antipsychotics, sedatives, and other laundry lists of drugs,” he replies. “She has so much of it in her system that if she was human she would be drooling in a corner right now.”

Charity demanded once Milet removed her hand. Milet glared at her, exasperated. “Charity! Of all the people in this club, you had to bump into him?” “What’s so special about that guy?” Charity asked, frowning as she rubbed her temple. Milet dragged her to a quieter corner outside the club. “Listen to me: if you ever see that man again, avoid him at all costs. He’s part of the Mafia. He’s involved in all sorts of illegal activities. He’s dangerous, Charity—a monster! You’re lucky you didn’t provoke him.”

He kept looking from his father to the paper that he was flaunting to his face for acceptance and signing. "Tick-tock, time is going by." Cappuccino smiled like he meant no harm. To deal with a Maniac, one needed to be a maniac for a while and that was just the case with his son - Alexander Leonardo.

Anyways, back to the hierarchy. We had this groups of boys; the sports players? I won't call them that because some members of this group were in debate clubs and others were rappers in High Rhythm( the school music group), Mofy and some others call them Assholes and yes, Manny had managed to make his way into their group last term, God-knows-what he had he had to do; whatever it was, it wasn't legal at all. Saudis; a girls-only-group, obviously. If this was a Netflix movie they would be cheerleaders but the Saudis were a diverse group just like the Assholes. They could be the mean girls but if the mean girls were seven in number.

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.

One of the disciples said as he was enjoying the fight, he didn't turn to look at who had asked the question. "Really? Are they the top disciple of this sect?" She asked. "Nope! but they are among the top twenty. Our senior dragon brother Sic is the number one disciple of this sect. And he's already at the level eight of the Emerald tier." The disciple said. They all watched as Mako Jumped at charles but he easily avoided him as he twisted his body to the left causing Mako to fall on the floor. Mako got up but a kick was made to his face. And the giant mako fell to the ground finally unmoving.