Rebellious Disciple Novels & Stories

“Blegh!” Gareth spat out his drink on the disciple’s face. “Master?” Thinking that he had upset Gareth, the disciple became nervous. “Uh… I’m fine.” Gareth waved his arm, his expression baffling. Only Gareth knew what was going on in his mind. The disciples sighed in relief and said, “Do it, Master. Kill the bastard! We can’t let him walk away in arrogance.” “That’s right. He’s ruthless. He killed so many to save his wife. I’m sure this won’t be the end of it.”

In the past, whenever Megan wanted something of mine and I refused, they berated me for not knowing how to care for my sister, for not setting a good example as the elder one, and for being selfish and only thinking of myself. Now that I was voluntarily giving everything up, all of them suspected I was plotting something. Wasn't this exactly what they had wanted? "Evie, yesterday, Rick told us he was reborn. He claimed that you had faked your illness, stolen the Moonviolet serum, driven Meg out of the house, and caused her to die in a car crash. But looking at things now, it seems he was just talking nonsense. "You're clearly much more sensible than before. You even learned to give in to you

She said she was studying to become a counselor, because "nobody understands what it feels like to be misunderstood better than I do" I scrolled through the comments underneath. Some people reassured her that she did nothing wrong, and others asked if she could ever repay the 38 students whose lives she had derailed. I stared at the post for a long time, smiled to myself, and locked my phone. Time moved quickly. In my senior year, I was accepted into Hartfield's graduate program and stayed on. Caelum graduated from Bowman and took a position at an aerospace research institute down south. I'd catch glimpses of his life on social media every now and then. He was either pulling late nights at t

When Charlie saw the pained expression on his face, Charlie started comforting him as he said, “Professor Hart, to be honest, you don’t have to be too angry and frustrated. It is actually very normal for young people to be rebellious. Moreover, as far as I know, many geniuses in their own field will naturally be a little more rebellious. Perhaps the more rebellious a child is, the more powerful and independent their thinking would be. That way, they would be able to do many earth-shattering and amazing things, then!”

The picture on the screen felt like an uppercut, taken right on the chin. It was a picture that mocked their failure—a picture that sent a wave of emotions through their core. The study, once a place of peace, knowledge, and warmth, was now a stage for a nightmare. Her father, once a king in the mansion, was now a disgraced and dethroned king. The shadowy figure behind him was a phantom, a ghost in their own narrative, and the eagle tattoo was a brand, a symbol of a power they had grossly underestimated.

Aldric's POV The next two days pass in a bit of a blur. Despite his aversion to religion, Baron honours the rituals and celebrations to the letter of The Book. I don’t usually come here to celebrate, but this year Baron insisted that I attend. Almost all the elders are here. The only exception is Vesper, my brother. He’s an open traitor, working with the human rebellion. Baron placed a price on his head years ago, but no one can seem to find Vesper. I know exactly where he is, but I’d rather drink battery acid than tell Baron.

Because now it's impossible to be like that . My life has been changed a lot since then . I have become a professional assassin . Who would kill people . Just to earn money . That's what I have been doing for years and so . Now there is no point in turning back . I always come here so that I won't ever forget the mission I set for my own self , years ago . I need to take that bloody bastard down in order to take revenge for my father . And I will succeed one day .

To choose what’s most important to them. The Illucian’s were no friends of mine. DeMarcus being the shady man that he was. His wife and daughter being the two that stayed away from his dealings. And his son, Danarius, quickly following in his father’s footsteps. At seventeen he already showed a great prowess and interest in the way DeMarcus ran his underground world. One we all pretended wasn’t tied to the mob or dirty dealings with whatever species would give him the most bang for his buck.

"What are you really trying to say? Don't give me any weird bullshit. I'm fucking tired right now." The man smiled widely. "What I want to say is that I found someone suitable as the leader position for our rebel group." Caskey, who had closed his eyes while leaning back in his chair, now opened his eyes spontaneously. "What?!" They are a group of rebels. However, until now, they have implemented a leaderless system. But now, it was the founder of the werewolf rebel group himself who said that he had found someone suitable as the leader of their group.