Deadly Class Novels & Stories

"I knew she would freak out," Death says from behind me in an I-Told-You-So sort of tone "Freak out? You just pulled me through a flipping mirror!" I scream at him, as I cross my arms tightly over my chest "I don't have short-term memory loss, I know what I did," he says snottily, crossing his arms back at me "Why I outta," I lift my fist taking a step towards him "Alright, violence will do nothing," a woman stops us, she had brown wavy hair cascading down her body to her elbows and a golden flower crown on his head with brown eyes, but boy, she was glowing and so beautiful, definitely a Goddess.

An unknown contact, yet the content is unmistakable – a picture of a battered Daren accompanied by a chilling message: "72 hours are up, Elena."

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

He paused to see Carlos reaction, and it wasn’t good. He exhaled softly and continued. “I never wanted to do what she requested, but I still went on to find it out for her due to my curiosity, but that almost cost my life as I was almost killed if I had not dodged a bullet, in order words, the Swifts are terrifying people, one wrong move and you could be killed.” He paused and closed his eyes momentarily. “If you knew that, why didn’t you run away with Katherine?” Carlos shouted, his blood boiled in his vein.

"That's what I thought as well, not until, I saw and heard everything myself. She confessed a lot of things to me. How she killed my... mothers. Mine and Doris. We aren't really sisters but still, we are sisters" Doris' eyes widened. No one said a word. There was ultimate silence. "She needed my blood in order to put her daughter, Celia into control, and to do that, she created the DHC- "DHC? What's that?" Frank asked again. He seemed to be the inquisitive type of person. "Dark hunters cartel. They specialize in hunting and killing supernatural though their main games are vampires" Lucas answered, on Tessa's stand. Karl angrily bit his lips.

They will officially join Class 1-1 tomorrow. Class 1-1. The elite class. The shark tank where every student has a Purity rating of 90% or higher. The comment section is already exploding. Most of the replies are from upperclassmen who are clearly slacking off during lectures. I scroll past the gossip and focus on the user levels. The loudest voice in the thread belongs to a Level 5 user. [God of War - Bore]: Which one of the newbies is the Death God? Stop hiding. Come out and fight me to the death!

Behind him, Ash, Fredrick, and Damian come in, their bodies covered in sweat and enemy blood. “The enemy team was wiped out by a Channeler. Those gunshots came from them!” Fredrick’s voice echoes from the entrance. “Why were they shot? Did they break some kind of rule?” Kael immediately stands, blocking my view, and looks at the body on the floor with a perfectly calm expression. “One of their team members died,” Kael says coldly. “That rat got in here, but I already took care of him.” Fredrick looks at the body with its torn-open throat, then turns to me, curled up in fear.

she asked sweetly. "Sadie… why? Why would you do this to me?" His voice trembled with disbelief. "Noah Howell, who are you talking to?" Nemera asked with a chuckle. "Sadie, what's wrong with you?" Noah sobbed, kneeling before her. "Look at me! It's me, Noah!" "Sadie? Who's that?" Nemera sneered. "Oh, do you mean the woman who used to live in this body? Don't you know? You killed Sadie Carrington a long time ago."

You don't deserve to be one! Lucas' accusations stabbed me right in the heart like a sharp knife. It was right then that the werewolf poison thoroughly infested my heart. I dry-heaved and spat out another mouthful of blood. Werewolves like us usually had self-healing powers, and we could recover from pain and illnesses fairly well on our own. However, I was an Omega, which meant that I was a lot weaker than the others in the pack. Also, I had been poisoned. Death was the only option available.

Willie gazed with his eyes totally open, his face brimming with outrage. As of now, Monica, who had been quiet this while, talked. "There are four kinds of chronic executioners as far as topographical ways of behaving the space type, meandering sort, fixed area type, and interruption type. The Death Judge is a common fixed area type. He would bait or hijack the casualty into a pre-arranged spot to perpetrate a wrongdoing. This sort of chronic executioner has an extremely amazing feeling of arranging and is exceptionally careful in his activities. Also, the Death Judge is a sure and quiet individual. I trust this won't be the final remaining one. He will perpetrate another wrongdoing!"