Rebellious Disciple Novels & Stories

His sharp jaw was tightened and immediately take off the blind fold, which surprised him when he fully saw at the traitor. İmmediately his weapon were flying and hit into his jaw, which makes him gasped. "ALIŞ, İ can't believe that you would betrayed us, you are the one of my trusted members, Why did you collaborates with our enemy, have you forgot the Oath,?" his eyes were burning of anger were fixed to him. "Ma-My, Lord please Forgive me İ didn't meant to, they threatened me and my family what would İ do,? İ can't bare to see my family would be harmed," he explained and he burst into a sarcastic laugh while shooting him a deadly glare.

Declan leaned in to whisper. Maddox glared back at her, the fury and hatred clear on his features. He wanted her to face the same fate as her co-conspirators. Having her around was a threat to his mental and physical well-being. She was as toxic as her parents. Her three friends were brought in as well, and now all four glared at him. Maddox didn’t care. The defense attorney, Sigmund Floyd, an international celebrity lawyer, strode into the courtroom with his team. He gave everyone a look of disgust as he joined Rebekah’s father.

"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?"

Damian shouted blindly, but his attitude received no response from Glara or others. Damian kicked his car's tire and got into the car with anger and frustration about Glara's increasing open opposition. In the past, Glara was a submissive and fearful wife, always following Damian's words because she was afraid of being left by him. Now, her attitude had changed 180 degrees.

There was a glint in his eyes. “I can be rebellious!” I exclaimed. “Prove it.” I crossed my arms. “I don’t have to prove anything to you.” “You’re the one that’s telling me you can be rebellious. But I don’t see any proof. So, I’m just going to assume you’re being disingenuous.” I scoffed. “Well, there’s nothing wrong with being a good, moral person.” “So, which are you then? Good, moral person or rebel?”

an excited female disciple said. After speaking, she clenched her fist and addressed Severin, "Senior, we are willing to stand with you and oppose the Devil Gang. Those who want to break free from the Devil Gang, who don't want to continue being their slaves, come over here." "I've had enough. Since we can leave the Devil Gang, I won't serve them anymore." Some disciples hesitated for a few seconds before immediately flying over to Severin's side, joining the twenty people who were already standing there.

“Everything I did was to protect us from a future we are not ready for! She is dangerous, Elijah! She is unpredictable! She came here with a power that none of us understand, and she brought the influence of warlocks into our sacred halls! I acted in the best interest of our people because I saw the path you were taking, and it leads to our ruin!” She lifted her gaze, her eyes searching the crowd for a single face that might offer her support. She was looking for the old guard, the ones who feared change as much as she did. A few wolves shifted their weight, a flicker of uncertainty wavering in the air. Then, Rebel moved. She took just one step forward, but the ground seemed to hum beneath h

Good. For now, we're going to focus on getting him inside the research facility. Mark's POV "No!" I said again for the umpteenth time, not willing to give in to their requests. These elders were really starting to get on my nerves with their incessant bugging. "How dare you stand before the council of elders to disobey our orders." Elder Bruce raged. "First off, I'm sitting comfortably. Secondly, go find someone else to give your bullshit orders." I replied with a sarcastic smile.

The rebels needed a plan, a way to turn the tide in their favor. Maximus gathered his allies in a secluded part of the woods, the moonlight filtering through the leaves overhead. His eyes, filled with a fiery determination, met the gaze of each rebel. "We cannot outrun them forever," he declared, his voice carrying the weight of conviction. "But we can outsmart them."

For a long heartbeat, nothing moved. Then the courtyard shifted, tectonic, hearts and loyalties realigning—or refusing. Rhea slapped a fist to her chest, eyes fierce. “You want rogues held back and walls patched from the *outside,* storm-girl?” she called. “I’m there. We’ve been missing someone who knows which way the wind is blowing.” Rebel hesitated, tension written in every line of him. Then he nodded once, sharp. “I don’t like being told what to do by pups,” he said. “But I like losing wolves less. If you can keep more from walking into those cracks, I’ll hold the lines you point at.”