Deadly Class Novels & Stories

The moment I heard that, my phone slipped from my hand. I collapsed to my knees and screamed into the line, "Dante, that’s a human life! She once paid for your education! How can you be this ruthless?!" Dante did not waver. I could even hear the sound of whiskey being poured on his end. "Sofia, don’t expect mercy for enemies. Since you chose to stand against the family, you bear the consequences. Go clarify. Don’t destroy Olivia. She’s the family’s future cash cow." In that moment, I finally understood that the man I loved was already dead. Or perhaps, he had never existed at all.

The sky was red with toxic mist, and the ground pulsed like living flesh. "The second is The Whispering Void. A psychological world. It attacks your mind directly, bypassing physical defenses entirely. It shows you your fears, your failures, your worst possible futures, and it makes them feel absolutely real. You'll experience every trauma you've ever suppressed, every nightmare you've tried to forget, every anxiety amplified to unbearable levels. Deadies have been known to go completely, irreversibly insane within minutes of entering. You'll need to cross it in four hours while maintaining your sanity and sense of direction in absolute darkness."

Everyone looked like an adult. “So what’s a Class A?” “Okay. Let me explain. Raven Academy has several types of students. The kids from Alpha bloodlines, noble families—Betas, Gammas, and Lycans. These are Class A wolves. They dominate here. Top of the hierarchy. Untouchable. People literally make way for them.” “This is crazy,” I gasped, for real. “Then there are Class B wolves— kids from the middle class. Elders, warriors, scouts, healers, seers, teachers. They are respected and cannot be mistreated”

They were sentenced to ten years in prison, and their business went bust. Our mother was a headstrong woman. When she was told of her punishment, the woman blacked out. Her mind was never the same since then. … After the Landtons took Melanie back, she was trapped in a villa on the outskirts. Three months of torture later, the demon named Jonathan ended her life. The Landtons told everyone she died of illness and buried her somewhere haphazardly. The body was found by a janitor who cleaned the place every month. The whole villa was covered in a foul stench, but Jonathan carried on with his life like the smell did not exist. It was something straight out of a horror movie.

I looked around and saw a few other people standing nearby. They were all young, men and women, with terror etched on their faces. "Shit, another S-class," a guy in glasses groaned. "I just survived three B-class games. I thought I'd get a damn break." "S-class?" a girl next to him asked, trembling. "What does that mean?" "It means we're screwed," the guy sneered. "S-class games? 95% mortality rate." I was still processing all this when I heard a familiar voice.

In the next second, she reappears, hooked on the pointy part of the high pole that connects to the classroom ceiling, screaming in abject terror before her body hits the stone floor at the front of the classroom with a loud crack. Dead, killed by the Vel Morin…

She paused a bit waiting for me to digest whatever she had just said, "You mean there are shapeshifters and evil guys?" "Yes! The two divisions are Anuka and Ducazee. Ducazee are the bad guys, Galina. We need to catch them and make sure they don't roam freely. They kill people, they coldly bath in the blood of the innocent and we will not rest until we have caught each and every one of them. Now tell me, haven't you heard anything?" She asked and I just stared back at her. A lot of things passed in my mind, the witchcraft, the necromancy class where we were taught to conjure spirits, and many other things that went down here. I just...

She sends flaming balls to the Reapers and the monsters halted, shrieking. Serra breathed in surprise. A fire Badblood. The most powerful elemental, she remembered Maria said. They're powerful since the Reapers are afraid of the fire. They're next to the Inkurs but not quite since the Inkurs can kill the Reapers and other Badbloods cannot. Reapers are dimensional creatures and the power that can kill them must also be dimensional. Dozen of Reaper were in front of Leni now, their scarlet eyes were fixed on her with a deathly gaze, but Leni gave back the gaze to the monsters like she's challenging them. She grinned.

Though I don't understand how someone's blood tastes good to them. Tessa and I walk back to our dorm without having a word since Tessa is already trying to dissolve the newfound information about Sasha being dead. A student in our academy under the same class is dead. Surely she was a bitch but not someone who deserves to die. Not like that at least. Only if she could have got a chance to fight. Fuck it? Who could have sorted most of it out very well? But the question is, who precisely would have the intentions to do such a thing?

"To watch the people who destroyed you thrive while you rot in the shadows. To have no one. To have nothing. To be empty." He leaned forward with his eyes blazing with hatred, though his body swayed slightly as he was exhausted and weak from blood loss. "But you're going to find out," he said, his voice cold and final. "I'm going to take everything from you. Everything you love. Everyone you care about. And when you're alone, when you're empty, when you have nothing left—I'm going to be there. Watching. Laughing. Remembering." Dimitri was silent for a long moment as the words were too much and too heavy, but they were also exactly what he had expected since men like Krasny didn't stop until