Assassination Classroom Wallpapers Romane & Geschichten

The magic was very powerful, but acted selectively, or rather felt differently. - Please, - Radolyub pointed to comfortable chairs, but the guests did not sit down. Yarsi walked along the walls with curiosity, looking at the numerous pictures in light frames. They resembled colored spots, all depicting single flower buds, not yet open, frozen in anticipation of a new day, when the sun will rise and it will be possible to open up ... And the background of the walls themselves is dark crimson, gloomy, absorbing light. Probably, the students who got here immediately felt uncomfortable and anxious, and the furnishings of the office were designed for this - a massive table by the window, a bare s

I asked him, worried, but I immediately calmed down when I saw no physical wounds. "I massacred every last one of them," he said, ripping off his torn clothes from his body. "Who?" He pulled off his briefs and went into the bathroom. turned on the shower. "Wolf assassins" I was confused at first, but then it hit me. "You found their hideout?" "Yes, and I made them pay, but I found something interesting on their database." I was about to ask what, when he pointed at the necklace on the table. "A list of the girls in their programs and everything there is to know about them—you know what this means, right?"

I would suit its back but time is not on my side. His glass door reveals he is neither in his ambiently lit kitchen nor his living room, but the security men from earlier at least denotes he is home and that is all that matters. Tucking my gun in its holster, I proceed to unlock the door with a central key. To become an assassin, you have to learn to pay more attention to details than even a forensic analyst. His door made not even a creak the last time I was here and now it is like I did not touch the door.

The walls held various pictures related to Edgar Allen Poe. The dining area had teal wallpaper with black velveteen skulls and roses. Dried herbs pressed between glass with black matte frames were hanging between the windows and along the wall. The black table sat on a mosaic tile teal and silver rose rug, complete with mosaic tassels at either end of the rectangle rug.

I fixed my hair quickly and pressed a hand to my chest to calm my exciting nerves before I walked inside. At the first glance, the classroom looked gorgeous. The sunshine was coming inside the room through the huge windows, and it hit the white walls, making the room shine even brightly. The white desk matched perfectly with the white walls, and they were arranged neatly. There was also a large board wall full of fabrics, sketches, and textures hanging on it. And on its side corner were some mannequins standing like silent muses. The room smelled like paper, and fresh flowers. It looked like fashion lived here.

It was a massacre. The room was trashed, desecrated by gigantic claw marks bigger than what any wolf could have left and through his friend. Obscene symbols, painted red, thick black smudges, painted on the walls. It was an abomination of deformed, ritualistic butchery, painted to look like that of some horrific supernatural being. Backwards, his wolf started snarling in shock and horror, receding and receding until Thane backed away. Not this. This kind of killing was not what he had signed up for.

It consists of a cat's claw mark, a crescent moon with stars, a wolf howling at the moon, and three drops of blood encased within a shield. The classroom door opens, and in walks a tall man wearing a blue shirt and black jeans. "Good morning, class." "Good morning, sir," everyone says. "I'm happy to see you all back at school. Now, shall we continue from where we left off last time?" He turns to the board and writes "Algebra." "Huh," I guess even the supernatural need to learn math. At least they had normal subjects because if they didn't, I'd be in trouble.

As soon as we stepped in, Ariella gasped, horrified. For a moment, I thought her reaction was due to the extravagant appearance of the office. The walls were painted army green, and at the edge, near the floor-to-ceiling window, there was a polished hardwood desk. In front of the desk was a plush, mint green couch and a small table that held wine and snacks. The walls were adorned with classical paintings of famous artists, all of which contained vulgar images and exaggerated naked bodies. But that wasn't what made her gasp, no.

Behind me, one of the guards gagged softly. My wolf snarled violently inside my head. For one brief second, even I stopped breathing. Then I stepped inside. And froze. The room looked like madness itself had crawled across the walls. Blood covered everything. The white walls. The floor. The ceiling. Not random splashes. Arranged. Placed carefully. Like artwork. Pieces of flesh hung from nails hammered into the walls. Torn muscle stretched across wooden frames. Entrails dripped slowly from ceiling hooks while dark blood gathered beneath them in thick puddles.