Rebellious Disciple Novels & Stories

“What is it?” “The baby,” David dropped his head, shame etched on his face. “I’ve felt so guilty over our child for years and yearned for a child of my own. Please whatever you do, take your revenge on Chelsea but not the baby. That’s the condition, I’m releasing the evidence to you,” Pain lanced Elena at his request. This monster had killed her child and now? He requested she save his. For a second she wished she was evil to take justice. Walk out of his prison with zero cares for the child Chelsea was growing in her womb. But she couldn’t.

replied Yreth with a slight nod. What the disciple had said was true. Even under such circumstances, Peter didn’t seem to be the least afraid of the Gunters, and it made Yreth seethe with anger. It was the reason why she wasn’t completely against teaching him a lesson or two. Upon getting Yreth’s approval, the disciple then took a step forward, ready to launch an attack! However, the second he made his move, a beam of light suddenly shot toward him! An explosive sound later, it took everyone a second to realize that the person’s arm had exploded! Not only that, but the disciple had been flung to the side with such force, that he was now nothing but a lump of dead flesh.

He wasn't cordially invited; he was brought to them in a sack. With a "bang," the priest was thrown to the ground. He groaned in pain. Annalise frowned and stood up. "Blake, how can you treat the priest from the Church of the Saints this way?" Blake ignored her and looked at Malcolm. Malcolm walked over to Blake and whispered in his ear. Blake sneered, "So, he’s a fraud." Annalise was confused, "What do you mean, a fraud?" "When we found this priest, he was at a club looking for women. Does a priest like him deserve so much respect?" Blake sneered and instructed Malcolm, "Open the sack."

’ After I received his permission, I didn't continue paying attention to Angus who was also busy talking with himself about how he could ask for my forgiveness. I smiled at Caleb who was looking at me with widened eyes. I couldn't help but pinch his cheeks that still have baby fats. “Hear that? You will be trained under me starting today so you better list down those nineteen disciples that were viewed as weak and then gave them to me.” I said with a smile on my face as if I just forgot that I was angry earlier. Well, my mind was filled with my new disciples, of course, I'm happy to the point that I even forgot the anger that I felt towards Angus just now.

They took some time to recover from the shock. Merv said, "He tried to kill Travis but ended up dead instead. He deserved it." "That's right. He was trying to rebel against the sect, but Travis discovered what he was trying to do. Travis killed Stoke and stopped the rebellion." "Travis is incredible!" The disciples tried to help Travis clear his name while heaping praises on him at the same time. Travis was happy with what they were doing. The Divine Connection Sect was watching this unfold with bewilderment. What just happened?

“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,

When they noticed that Caspian's attitude toward them was different from how he treated Asher, someone among the outer disciples looked around and uttered boldly, "We have no grudge against you. If you rob our storage bag now, when we return —" Bang! It was as if a roll of thunder struck the ground. Before the disciple could even speak, he was knocked and smashed into a wall. Then, he slumped on the ground, not able to move. "Anyone else?" Caspian's gaze was cold. The disciple should have considered himself lucky when Capsian showed him mercy, yet he still dared to push his luck. Naturally, Caspian would not entertain such a person. The remaining few outer disciples shivered, and no one dare

I whispered, more so to myself. “What’s a rebel wolf?” Reaper asked. “They are pack wolves who lost respect in the hierarchy. They remain pack wolves but choose to run with domestic wolves. It’s scarce. I’ve only heard of three incidents in wolf history where it has happened. It usually happens when the rebel wolf has been wronged. They seek retribution. It is why they do not disband. They want an apology for the wrong, or they will seek vengeance for a crime.” I looked at Beast. “Have you reached out?”

The disciple ruminated "Hmph, what a funny guy." He went to meet the others in the sect clinic. Vic was happy with his achievements. He deliberately questioned the disciple to know what level Hank was. It was really a shame that he beat the guy who everyone feared. He can't dare to tell anyone once he's okay. No one will believe that a level one disciple like him beat him up to that stage. He may want to have revenge on him later, but at least, he helped him out when he was injured, he should be thankful for that.

In a mystical world within the body of an immortal, a great ruckus was happening. “Master! It has appeared once again!” A good disciple knelt on the floor. He prostrated before his teacher which had given him his everything in short. This very man had saved him in the past and until this day, he has not forgotten his pledge of allegiance and service to this person. The disciple was content in doing so. He had no ambitions for himself, only to the happiness of his benefactor. To call him a slave was much more fitting than a disciple in this day and age.