Deadly Class Novels & Stories

Splattered on the furniture and walls, dripping from the coffee table, puddled on the floor. And in the center of the bloody mess was the person she had sucked into pure destruction. She realized they would never truly know of her sordid tales and the mess she had created for everyone around her. However, she felt overwhelming guilt that her dark secrets were the reason for their demise. Who knew being in love could be so deadly? *** Six Months Earlier Emile Astor was a murderer.

"Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it." I know where this is going. "And some who want to kill just because they hate non-humans?" She nods. "Yes. They're called purists." "So, the Silver Hunters have all these different factions within the group... And no one knows anything about them?" "Not until they're in your face." Alice stops walking. "Until it's too late." Ice fills my veins, and the wolf in the woods comes to mind. Was that a normal animal I saw? Or something else?

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

The rain washed away the blood of them that had been killed by the creature coloring the ground red with bloody water. "guys we have to do something" Anita managed to speak after recovering from the trauma. But no-one was listening to her, she yelled it again "GUYS WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING.?" "DO WHAT ANITA? " Cordelia shut back immediately with tears and rain falling from her face,but it was impossible to tell that it was rain. "Class rep is going to die. " Anita said weakly Cordelia remembered Baji the class rep had just saved them few moments ago.

There will be scenes of BDSM dynamic between our Male Lead and Female Lead, so if you aren't into kink or it makes you uncomfortable, please do not read any further. I hope that you enjoy Alpha of the Dead. --Sydney

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?

"Dorathy and Cade's plane didn't go down by accident. It was a targeted attack." He lets that settle before continuing. "Two. We gave them a funeral, but their bodies were never recovered. They're missing. Presumed dead." Andrea's face goes pale. "And three." His voice drops lower. "A very dangerous man has escaped our custody, someone with a specific grudge against your parents. We're sending you to Preston Academy to keep you away from him and anyone else who might come looking." She opens her mouth. He raises a hand. "No questions. This isn't a negotiation."

"Not only did you kill your brother, but now you're having delusions and slandering your parents? It seems your madness is worse than I thought!" "Still acting?" I sneered. "If my brother is dead, then Father, Mother, tell me, how did you get here today?" When I was looking down from the edge of the roof just now, I'd noticed the car. A black, armored Cadillac, with the special family license plate. It was the exclusive car of the Moretti family heir. "And that black sedan parked on the street below, who's sitting in it? A ghost?" "Why was there only blood but no body after Lorenzo's duel? Because he never died in the first place!"

SORAYA Classes started with a bang. Ms Lily's murder was all anyone could talk about—and the Gala team announcement didn’t help. At this point, I couldn't even describe “normal” anymore. “The team representing this class, according to the developments that have been noticed, are: Ethan Farrow and Elle Farrow, Daryl Ender and Axel Lane, Dolly McCarthy and Adele Pierre, Ilana Ender and Soraya Karter.” The class erupted into loud chatter—chaos, really—because this lineup could as well be a death roll. Sir Sinclair had that knowing smirk as he called the names. The man knew exactly what he was doing. I could swear he had a hidden agenda.

I’m realizing the full horror of what I’ve created while saving my sons. Negotiable death that can be weaponized by anyone, turning ending into negotiable murder available to all. “We need to restrict knowledge of the exploit,” I say urgently. “Keep it secret so only Keepers can weaponize death.” “Too late,” Alistair’s voice says grimly. “The Shepherds learned it while fighting you. They’re already spreading the knowledge as revenge for losing werewolf death control. Within hours, beings across realities will know how to weaponize negotiable death.”