My Disciples Are Super Gods Novels & Stories

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.

All of them were shocked and some even blushed when they saw seven god and goddesses enter their sect. "Who are they?" A disciple asked. "So beautiful." A man disciple stared at Soheila. "Indeed. Who are these people?" "They have the pins on their left chess. It seems like they are the new disciple here." "I thought they already entered?" "Wait, I heard from my friend that the top 6 new disciples students haven't entered. They must be the top 6 who got over 50,000 points! That number is huge!" "But they are seven."

Fen Jue said. “Fen Jue!” The Core Disciples were angry with Fen Jue who wanted to go first while calling them cowards. Bummm! “Shut up!” Fen Jue turned his head while emitting an aura that surprisingly was able to suppress those Core Disciples. “Level 7 Spirit Initiate! You've broken through!” Another Core Disciple said in surprise. “Fen Jue, it turns out that you've been hiding your increased strength, huh? Then I can only leave it to you,” said the short youth while gritting his teeth.

Xavier countered angrily, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “It was guilt that drove him,” Derrick muttered, his tone laced with sorrow. “What?” Xavier muttered, his brow furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean?” he asked, stepping forward, eager for answers. “Ever wondered how we got stuck down there?” Derrick asked calmly, his demeanor unsettling. “It wasn’t an accident, Xavier, it was all programmed. He knew what was coming, sent his own kid far away, and put on a show for the packs,” Derrick spat, his words cutting through the air like knives.

If it had gone just one inch lower, those disciples would have been decapitated. "Mr. Hudson!" "Save us, Mr. Hudson!" "Run, run now! He has broken through the mountain defense formation. We're doomed!" Fear and panic spread rapidly. Without Andrew even needing to strike again, the Thunder Sect disciples began fleeing in all directions. These ancient sect disciples had lived pampered lives for far too long. They had spent their entire lives with everything handed to them and had never faced real hardship. Now, Andrew looked like a divine being descending from the heavens, and his overwhelming presence could not be resisted.

*Then taso uses his skill space corridor so no one can hear, and the space was like heaven only a massive field of white-colored space* Now, tell me what do you mean by a great war, darling? I'll tell you everything, soon there will be a great war we all the gods vs all the anti-gods we called them breakers because they can break all the law of omnipotent only a massive amount of omnipotent power can stop them, and we made a council it named the council of the 10 great supreme gods and the strongest of us is my father the god of everynity, Deus Saya, he is the strongest god, and he is titled the supreme God-king my father holds everything in the multiverse

said the Puppet Sect elder, looking at his disciple with a smile. “Greetings, Elder… I’m sorry, Elder, but the super-generation members of the God Clan took action, so I and a few brothers had to leave early! We realized we were no match for them,” said the disciple with a serious expression as he recalled the young members of the ancient God Clan, whose auras were incredibly powerful. If they hadn’t managed to escape earlier, their fate might now be as dire as that of the other, less fortunate disciples. “So that’s how it is… They actually sent their best this time, didn’t they? Then, what about your eldest senior sibling?” the Grand Elder asked the disciples seriously. Since the best gener

Miles responded, seeming to finally give up his jealously at the fact I was sitting on Beckett's lap and not his. "Cocky much," I asked, teasing him. "I'll show you cocky." He grumbled at me, his voice thick with sexual desire. "He's not being cocky," Aphelion replied, "We are the strongest beings in this school. We are the heirs to the four kingdoms; we are direct descendants of the Gods themselves. It is why I could hold you while your hair was laced with hellfire without being burned." I shivered at the reminder of the demonic beast I had turned into not so long ago. Beckett rubbed his hands up and down my arms to soothe me.

My right arm was traced with brilliant, softly glowing silver circuitry—the evolutionary aftermath of funneling the moon. I was an equilibrium engine. I didn't feel the need to sleep much anymore. The earth grounded me, and the sky kept me awake. "You're being a perfectionist again," a smooth, cultured voice echoed behind me. I didn't need to turn around to know it was Valerius. The First Anchor of Aethelgard walked onto the dirt foundation, his pristine green Grandmaster robes flowing elegantly around him. "Perfection keeps the roof from collapsing on the students, Valerius," I said, finally turning to face him.

They solidified their dominates during this period of chaos, as they spread terror of the high-grade warriors throughout the planet. Every child on the planet grew up knowing the strength and terror of the big 5 including the prestige and strength of their high-grade warriors. When Kalen and Aledos had their breakthrough, they were ecstatic. It was a dream come true for them. They rejoiced to be among the 5% who could breakthrough. Throughout the rest of the day, they both excitedly discussed the Confederate States of America and its most powerful high-grade warrior Alexander the Great. **************************************************************** That night Kalen have a very weird but sa