Deadly Class Novels & Stories

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.

The infected weren’t the only threat anymore. That much had become clear over the past few weeks. It wasn’t just the shambling hordes of zombies that kept me awake at night, but the survivors—the desperate ones, the ones who had lost too much, the ones who saw others as nothing more than resources to take.

I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death. There is no stopping me when I start. Every single last target had to die was my motto. If you didn’t plan to die any time soon then don’t approach me. But I had to restrain myself from killing the last one because I knew Dominic probably wanted to question him so I only knocked him out. I was back to normal and I turned my attention back to the people who were standing a few feet away from all of this that had just happened.

And just like that… DEADLY GAME: SEDUCING THE RUTHLESS MAFIA LORD has come to an end. 🥹❤️ I honestly don't even know what to say because this story has been such a journey. Thank you so much to everyone who stayed with this story from the beginning, especially those who kept reading even when the updates were slow, the plot got crazy, or you were probably screaming at your screen because of something one of these characters did. 😂❤️

,said Zane "What's that?" "Death",said Zane "That's why I'm here",said Derek "No...not the easy death",said Zane, fully clothed. "What do you mean?",asked Derek, now scared. "What? You thought they would kill me with one strike and call it a night?",asked Zane."They have planned a worse death for me....it's a death, specifically for dangerous werewolves. They call it RPJC, they prepare a bowl, where they put in names like 'head' 'leg' 'eyes' 'hand' 'finger' and they ask the public to take a draw. When they do, one of the royal guards goes in the tent where the accused is present, and draw blood from whatever part came in the draw. They don't let the public see, because it's too graphic for t

“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.

At this point, people might have had sympathy for these monsters as none of the bodies were still intact. Slash! "Die! Die! Die!" The lifeless corpse was reduced to a heap of mess when Dior swung her blade at it. Her poisonous attacks were quickly decomposing the corpse. "How dare that bitch talk back to me?" Her eyes gleamed with murderous intent. Having the class "Ruin Knight" had several unintended consequences. Ruin Knights were a destructive class. They crave annihilation, and their emotions are significantly skewed toward anger and resentment. Dior had been a member of a street gang back on Earth, and how unlucky could she have been? She was transferred to this planet the one time she

I ate and listened to him. "Within the Death Ministry, only Grim can enter. There are only two types of grim that are the Council and the Reapers. The Grim Council are the ones who bring death notes from superiors to be sent to Grim Reapers like me, where we have to fetch the soul of the person written there. When we do not get them at the right time and place, they can escape and just add to the missing souls. In 40 days we should reap them otherwise they will be like the lost soul you saw yesterday. Dark and evil. " I nodded as a sign that I understood him.

The linguistic scholar died. Before we could even reach the secondary stairwell, the massive, tinted glass windows of the living room shattered inward. A hail of high-velocity tactical rounds tore through the air, punching violent holes into the dark velvet couches and marble walls. Three heavily armed mercenaries, clad in matte-black tactical gear and Vance syndicate insignias, breached the shattered ledge using high-tension ziplines from an adjacent rooftop. Malakai returned fire instantly, his sidearm barking three times in rapid succession. The lead mercenary dropped hard against the broken glass, a tight cluster of crimson blooming across his chest.

Sandra's hand shook as she pointed at Queenie's urn and photo. "What… what is that?" "Xavier, are you insane? Just to fight with me, you'd curse our daughter to be dead?" I took the death certificate from under the urn and shoved it in her face. "Open your eyes and read each word. Look at it and tell me what it says!" She took the paper with trembling hands, her eyes scanning Queenie's name and the time of death written in stark black and white.