Rebellious Disciple Novels & Stories

’ 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,

Caspian said lightly, "I'm very sorry. Even if we're in the same sect, I don't intend to let you go as being soft-hearted toward the enemy is being cruel to oneself." When the disciple heard that, his heart was instantly filled with fear. He opened his mouth, wanting to ask for mercy, but Caspian's palm was like cast iron, making him unable to make a sound at all. Crack! Something sounded as if it were broken, and that disciple's body immediately straightened, his face was as red as a beetroot, and his eyes widened. Not only that, the white of his eyes was bloodshot as he used too much force.

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.

Elijah said without the slightest hint of a smile, "to watch out for despicable people sneaking attacks from behind." With a slight exertion of strength, the dagger in the disciple's hand fell to the ground with a clatter. Elijah dragged the disciple by the wrist and hauled him forcibly in front of himself, his small face full of displeasure. "Sneak attacks are not a good habit!" With that, he casually flung the man away. The disciple flew like a kite with its string cut, crashing into the crowd and knocking down several others, throwing the scene into utter chaos.

Ripper says while laughing, but I growl and rev the throttle and head back in the direction of home. She is going to get the spanking of a lifetime for running away. But this is Rebel all over. It is in her nature. Rebel by name and clearly by nature. I should have known better than to leave her. Rebel is unpredictable and when she gets it in her head that she can do something, she does it at any cost.

Our gazes clicked and I nodded. “ It was an unexpected meeting but I have taken care of the situation." I replied in a bid to let the matter die down . “What was it about? Was it about Luca and his nuisance ?.” Joseph inquired. I nodded and leaned back to my chair’s headrest. “They wouldn't let me teach Luca a lesson he would remember. Am sick and tired of following the instructions and living up to the expectations of the pack elders. For the Moon goddess sake ___ I am the Alpha. These old men need to know that." I irritatedly snapped.

Because this — the judgment, the labels — was exactly what she’d promised herself wouldn’t get to her. Focus, Brooks. Ignore the rebel with a death wish. --- Axel’s POV Axel Knight hated mornings, rules, and umbrellas — in that order. Rain or not, he liked feeling the wind slap against his face when he rode. It made him feel alive — something he still needed practice at.

"You can try believing me for one day. If it doesn’t work tomorrow, you can step back." Something in my heart loosened. I placed my hand in his palm. "Okay."