Deadly Class Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

But I held my ground, matching her strike for strike. “You’re persistent,” she said, her voice cold. “And you’re finished,” I replied. As the battle reached its climax, Jessica and Marcus joined me, their combined efforts forcing Elara back. “You can’t win,” Elara hissed, her voice laced with desperation. “We already have,” I said, driving my dagger into her chest. Her scream echoed through the clearing as she crumpled to the ground, her body dissolving into ash.

The people who tried to expose what was happening lost careers for speaking up. No one understood how devastating things were until it was too late. Even when hellhounds began killing us, we didn't know they were man-made and a product of science created to save money. With the Shadow Warriors help, we managed to survive the first wave of hellhounds. Now the formaldehyde has attacked the older dead. They're more intelligent and scarier all around, their misshapen bodies slightly more human. Who knows what will happen when the ancient dead awaken?

She lays it on the floor in the middle of our huddle and flicks through the brittle, browning pages. Inside, there are illustrations of creatures. I quickly see Lycans and Werewolves and Humans, as well as Witches and Wizards. But then she stops and shows us a whole picture on a page. It’s the picture of some kind of humanoid form, melting and dripping on the floor. White dead eyes. Shadow surrounding it. Gammie looks at us with a grim expression. “The thing that we are up against is the most dangerous of all. The Shape Shifter.”

He smiled looking at the baby, thinking how he didn’t know what kind of responsibility was on his shoulders when he came into this world. He flicked the page. Aziel Caddel, Father of Uriel Caddel A werewolf. (Deceased) Cause of death: Explosion. He stared at the picture of his grandfather for a while before turning the page. Alfred Bancroft, Beta of the Onyx Tails Pack A werewolf. (Deceased) Cause of death: Explosion. He continued flicking through the pages. Cameron Hugh, Gamma of the Onyx Tails Pack A werewolf. (Deceased)

Something inside him made her pick up the notebook with her gloved hands; maybe that part of him that had always wanted to be the Viktor Drichey that had murdered his friend just to bring him back to life. He opened the book and carefully turned the pages, unable to take his eyes off the illustrations and diagrams he saw in them, with the lines of ink blurred and blurred. For a moment, frozen images of the fateful night when he had wandered too far into the dark flashed in his mind. He felt a tingle of power again in his memory, but at the same time, the bitter taste of his bile rose again in his throat as he saw what he had drawn in such precise and surgical detail.

“Did you get any other names? any other information about who else might have been interested?” “N-no, Sir. I swear it, I promise I won’t do anything like this ever again. I was just scared that The Deadly One was going to come for me. I don’t want to die.” A sly smirk formed on my lips as I chuckled. If only he knew his worst fear was right in front of him.

He checks the screen, then goes deathly still. Logan moves instantly. We follow as he yanks the front door open to find a package sitting on the porch, addressed to him. Without a word, he snatches it up and slices it open in one swift motion. Killian grabs my wrist, pulling me slightly behind him... a silent shield and warning. Logan stares at the contents. The energy in the room shifts. Something is in that box. Something bad.

No one was going to stop us now. Victor was exactly where we expected him to be—in that same leather chair behind his heavy mahogany desk, the scotch in his hand untouched but clutched like a weapon. He didn’t rise. He didn’t even blink. “Well,” he said dryly, “the prodigal corpses return again.” Dominic stepped forward without flinching and dropped a thick file on the desk. Victor’s brow lifted slightly. “What’s this?” “Your funeral program,” Dominic said. “In print.”

Valerie’s POV The club transformed into a mysterious cesspool filled with hidden vices and concealed secrets. Faded red wallpapered walls throbbed beneath dim neon lights which cast eerie shadows across the cracked leather booths. Cigarette smoke combined with stale beer and sweat filled the air to create an intoxicating atmosphere that whispered late-night confessions and desperation. I had been in places like this before—where people exchanged their dignity for a few bills and their secrets for a drink. This evening presented my opportunity to obtain one of those hidden truths.

He went berserk and tried to hunt Lily down for payback, but her new boyfriend's goons beat him to a pulp and tossed him onto the curb. That was my cue. I swooped in and took over Julian's company without breaking a sweat. Frankly speaking, I was always the superior leader. If I had not been so blinded by love in my past life, unable to see what a total piece of trash he was, I never would have ended up dead the first time around. I threw myself into work after that and forgot all about Julian. However, two weeks later, a gruesome story hit the news. Some middle-aged guy broke into a woman's apartment in the middle of the night, tortured her to death, and then dove off the thirteenth-floor b