My Disciples Are All Villains Novels & Stories

Again the room erupted, but this time with disapproval. "Do not be dismayed," he instructed them and again gained their attention, "his highness has also granted me for my personal protection and the protection of my bride," here he smiled down at Sylvia, "my full regiment if they are of the disposition, and Captain Emmett has requested to join forces with us. All of you know that the assassin known as Retribution has long pursued me. This pursuit continues still. What you do not know is that I have hired Revenge, her mentor, to train any of us that are willing as well as Sylvia and Mora if they will agree to it to fend off this deadly enemy."

"His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it." "Twenty two?" "Audric Sterling. Old English money, He's been in three separate disciplinary hearings this year and walked out of all of them without a single mark on his record." "And number four?" A pause. "Zian Castillo," Marcus says. "Half Spanish, half Korean." Another pause, heavier this time. "Don't get on his bad side." "Good to know." "I'm serious." The warning itself is off character for someone like Marcus who clearly seems to hate me.

He knew that doing this meant betraying Willow, so he kept it hidden from her. In the beginning, he still felt guilty, but as the happiness he gained from his affair grew, the happiness outweighed the guilt, and he chose the other woman. When all his lies fell apart, they had an ugly fight. They insulted and fought against each other so badly that their home no longer felt like one. In the end, they even swore that they would have nothing to do with each other anymore. They got a divorce last month. As the villainess of the story, my mother was insanely obsessive.

“I was blinded, I shouldn’t have listened to Joyce, I shouldn’t have humiliated you at the wedding… please, Yuna, just forgive me. “As long as you’re willing to have the Wills family reinvest and save the Rivers Group, save my dad, I’ll do anything you want! “I’ll make a public statement cutting ties with Joyce! I’ll marry you! I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Whatever you say, I’ll do it!” Looking at him now reduced to something so pitiful, stripped of all dignity, I felt nothing at all. Just a faint, distant amusement. [He wasn’t like this in the original story. When she begged him for mercy, he didn’t hesitate for a second.] [That’s how guys like him are. The moment the

Darian and Roran are checking the bodies, making sure none of the disciples survived. "It is over," Darian says. "They are all dead." I look at the fallen wolves. The disciples. The innocent wolves who were caught in the crossfire. "Over," I repeat. "But at what cost?" Kael takes my hand. "We saved the kingdom." "Did we? Or did we just delay the inevitable?" He is silent. I walk through the great hall, stepping over bodies. The disciples' faces are frozen in expressions of hate and devotion. They believed in something dark. Something twisted. And they died for it.

“How dare you insult Heaven’s Gate?! The disciples were stunned before returning to their senses. “Don’t you know that insulting Heaven’s Gate is a considerable crime?! “You people are dead! “You’ll pay for saying things like that! “Are you going to give up yourselves?! Or do you want us to handle it instead?!” The disciples pulled out their longswords with fierce expressions, ready to take action. “You people talk too much,” interjected Harvey, looking at the sight. Swoosh! Rachel Hardy pounced forward with her longsword in hand. Pfft! Along with the sound of a quiet slash, the disciples fell to the ground, paralyzed before they let out their last breath. Even if they were able to be saved,

“Blegh!” Gareth spat out his drink on the disciple’s face. “Master?” Thinking that he had upset Gareth, the disciple became nervous. “Uh… I’m fine.” Gareth waved his arm, his expression baffling. Only Gareth knew what was going on in his mind. The disciples sighed in relief and said, “Do it, Master. Kill the bastard! We can’t let him walk away in arrogance.” “That’s right. He’s ruthless. He killed so many to save his wife. I’m sure this won’t be the end of it.”

Though the disciples had a decent level of attainment, they quickly succumbed to despair and crumbled under the tiger's attack. The rapid demise of their most powerful members shattered their fighting spirit. They turned and attempted to escape, but Severin did not give them a chance to flee. He pursued them swiftly and eliminated them all. "He's… he's so strong! Those disciples had such high attainment, yet he ended their lives so easily," remarked a female level eight saint from Rachel's group.

The disciples were all afraid and didn’t dare to do it. The sect master was furious. “You dare to disobey a direct order? What are you afraid of? Can’t you see that that brat and his kid are fine down there? Go!” With a big wave of his hand, he grabbed a few dozen disciples through the void and threw them down one after another. Splash, splash! Immediately after half a dozen disciples fell into the water, mournful screams rang out. The highly potent poisonous water immediately melted seven or eight disciples. They yelled and struggled a few moments before their voices trailed off, and they sank slowly.

Both of those disciples thought they could see Skyler lose his temper, but he reacted calmly. The attempts to fan the situation seemed to have failed. Had they lost credibility with Skyler for their misguided actions? They broke into a cold sweat from fear. Those disciples had offended the previous and current Saints. It looked like they had just made life tougher for themselves. They glanced at each other and gave a long sigh. … Inside Universal Element Palace, Clive had placed Rania down on a training mat while he knelt in front of his master, the Universal Element Priest. "Master, please save Rania North. I'm willing to pay any price without regrets!"