My Disciples Are Super Gods Novels & Stories

"What do you mean by that? What is a primary disciple?" "A primary disciple is a position of utmost distinction and recognition among the Archons, an honour reserved only for individuals who have demonstrated an exceptional combination of skills, wisdom, and potential. When a Major Archon chooses someone as their primary disciple, it is a significant and transcendent choice as it signifies an extremely close and trusting master-apprentice relationship." "Wow, Dad, what an honour!" exclaims Gil. "Was he really that good?"

MONICA. It had to be a lie. There’s simply no way it could be the truth. I look at the darkness where his face is supposed to be and I know deep down that I can’t trust it. “I made you,” the Disciple says in a low voice, and there’s a hint of raspiness in it that tells me that he enjoys sharing that fact. “You belong to me. Not to Roman, not to Terra Lycaon. At least, not the one that exists today. You belong to the future I’m going to make. With you by my side, in full power, no one will be able to stop us.”

With a smirk he said, "She's feisty, yeah.” His eyes flashed a brilliant, predatory gold, completely unfazed by my pathetic display of omega aggression. Looking around to at least grab anything to save myself in case things went south. My survival instincts screamed at me to shift and run, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. The calm one with his arms outstretched said, "Easy, I'm Davon; this is Marcus, and there's Kael," he said, pointing to his fellows. The sheer size of them was terrifying; they were scarred warriors forged in the bloodiest rogue battles, reeking of lethal power. “And we are brothers." He paused, looking at me like he wanted me to understand what he was sa

she stated. Layla stared blankly. “So what does this mean? I'm a child of a god?” Thalia nodded her head slowly. “It would seem a very ancient one. One that was here before many of our parents were. One of the cosmos and beginnings.” “I don't understand.” “Then to put simply. I believe that you are someone that the gods will grow to fear. Because your power is constant. It is raw and it is dangerous. It can be used with them and for them…or against them.”

My name is Hank Ferguson. I'm a driving instructor. The driving school director's daughter, Louisa Chasey, just finished high school, so the director, Sharon Chasey, asked me to take her on for lessons. Sharon and I go way back. I was even Louisa's godfather. Louisa just turned 18, and she really grew into a fine woman. Her chest was a total handful, bouncing with every step like it was trying to break free. Her waist was so slim that I could almost wrap my hands around it. There wasn't an ounce of extra fat anywhere.

“Why are you thinking about this like marriage and babies?” “Because they all do the same. Just like Graham, cool with it and then want you to quit. I don’t want to quit.” “Then don’t! You’re really reading way too much into this; you definitely need to get laid. He could just be a good fuck and you don’t owe him shit.” I nodded. She was right. We made our way onto the stage after the MC introduced us. “Special one night only! Princess and Misty!” Yep Latisha’s work name was Misty. Fucking awful. The music kicked in and we did what we always do, put on a show. We’d been best friends for years now and were both straight as an arrow so we felt each other up like we were making a cup of tea. As

He said with such venom she did not know if even the fact that the men were still enchanted would spare her life this time. "As soon as I was out of that prison, I was contacted. Some of my peers thought that I had misunderstood the instructions I had been given that day. Some of them thought that I was just showing the fact I was a stupid female and should not have been entrusted with that mission or any other. But my employers were not so misled. They knew that I took you away from the fighting on purpose and are after blood." "Wait a minute. You are going to have to explain yourself in a little more detail." His voice had a margin of curiosity in it now, and just a shade less animosity.

and it is beginning of the spring season when most of the sect used to recruit new disciple. As Theo wait for the left over meat to cook, he went to the place where the trap he set up was. as Theo check all the trap, he said to himself," no luck, ha.. i guess it is the start of the spring season, most of the animal didn't get out of their build, knowing how cold was the winter,". He sigh and feeling little bit dejected he went to his home.

It was my Underboss, Andrea Lombardi. He looked extremely concerned as he said, "Donna Costa, why are you still outside? It's late. Your Nonna's waiting for you to go home." They turned to stare at Luca and Sofia in confusion. "They're…" "Two madmen. Chase them out of Sisse. They're banned." "Yes, Donna Costa." The Soldatos pulled them back. Sofia cried, but it didn't draw my attention at all. I took the gun back from Salvador and slipped it into my pocket. Ignoring Luca and Sofia, I got into the car.

Or rather, in a mere 23 years… World War 4 pushed the world to the verge of destruction. That’s when on the 23rd year, July 1st. One of the legendary twelve apostles of the God of Creation suddenly appeared, and ‘it’ decided to put an end to everything. ‘It’ destroyed several of the strongest and leading causes countries of World War 4 in just three days by itself, alone. Even with full preparation to meet against his attacks, not a single one of them is able to take down the apostle— even if it’s the powerful celestial gods who are just one rank below them.