The Disciple Wants To Rebel Novels & Stories

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.

At the same time, the woman saw the tip of a sword protruding from the disciple’s heart, blood oozing out continuously. “I... Ugh...” The disciple turned with difficulty, and his expression flashed with disbelief when he saw Andrius’ cold and emotionless face. He was a ninth Divine Step expert! However, someone just snuck up on him and dealt a fatal blow... It was over. Andrius twisted the sword, ending the disciple’s life. Thud... The disciple fell to the ground, dead. Andrius pulled out the sword and said to the stunned woman, “Go home quickly. Try not to come out if you can before order is restored.”

Rebel didn’t know which hole he should hold to stop the bleeding, his blood flowed out like a river, and slowly, he felt the entire world fall weak. But he was stubborn enough to give up and cursed, “David Xiver, you’re a demon, so what…what you don’t….even care about her? She is not your own, but your sisters and your bros; what about them?” So rebel used his last straw to save his master. Even though he knew death was near, he didn’t care about anything; he just wanted to give his master a chance to live. “Do you think I gave you a chance to blackmail?” David didn’t answer him and looked at Alex and Kevin. “Let’s go.”

Hela," Ramon's daughter, is as disagreeable as you say, wouldn't my lordship over the pack and her father's lordship intercede on marrying her?" Red roared in anger, "This offer is suspicious! How can a father devalue his daughter to this extent?! He presents her to you as a wife, and on top of that, he hands you his position?!. There's no doubt that there's a mystery behind that." "Hela Marcos is not our mate either." Our strength comes from the rogue, you stupid. Alex, realize that this rebel has increased our strength, and we haven't even tagged her yet. Imagine what happens after we leave our mark on her!"

I asked, no longer able to stand by and listen to him grovel for help. “There is a rebellion brewing among us,” he began. “Myself included. We can no longer live under Jasper’s tyrannical rule.” I frowned and crossed my arms over my chest. “And what exactly would this rebellion entail?” Declan took a step closer to me, his eyes filled with desperation. “We need your help,” he pleaded. “You don’t fear him and he needs you more than he needs us.” I shook my head and backed away from him. “So you believe I’m expendable, is that it?”

After landing on the ground, she spat a large mouthful of blood and lost consciousness. When the elder disciple saw that, his eyes widened in anger. “Why did you have to hit that hard? Look! Look! She has turned into this hideous thing! How’s she going to be used now?” The younger disciple’s mouth was agape. “I didn’t even exert strength...” After glancing at Hailey, the elder disciple’s ignited flames of lust slowly extinguished. He then said, “Aren’t you going to deal with her? Don’t let the young master see her.”

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.

“Base on how you tamed the golden lion so fast, If I am right, you have high mental strength.” “That's true.” Pierre nodded and asked what really wanted to ask, “Do you wanna be my disciple?” Soheila's eyebrows unintentionally raised when she heard the question. “Huh? Are you okay? You're not sick?” Soheila was confused why would he want herself to be his disciple. Soheila knows that Pierre Andronicus was from the Inner Realm, so his requirements on having a disciple should be high. (Hmph! I know I'm talented! Hahahaha!)

“It’s just coaching. Helping someone else. That’s all.” I shook my head. “No, Coach. I’m not doing it.” “You’re the best person for the job,” he pressed. “You know the game inside out. You can teach him discipline, strategy…” “I said no.” My voice was firm, and I made sure he could see I meant it. “Nothing you say will change my mind.” For a moment, silence filled the room. The coach studied me, then finally leaned back in his chair with a sigh. “Alright,” he said reluctantly. “But… at least think about it.”

On the far wall, the flicker of light begins — small at first, then forming lines, curves, words. > SEQUENCE REBOOT: 12% LOADED Axel swears under his breath. “No. No, no, no—” The cube pulses once more, and the projection fades. I can’t breathe. “It’s accelerating. That means—” “That she’s rebuilding herself,” he finishes quietly. We stand there, both of us caught between dread and disbelief. Finally, he takes a step back. “Then we stop her again. Whatever it takes.” I whisper, “And if I have to go offline for that?”