Highschool Of The Dead Author Novels & Stories

One, just except my fate because I was tired as hell and had no will power in me to fight or fight despite my body not being fully awake because I had a daughter to life for and didn’t want everyone to come home to a lifeless body laying on the kitchen floor bleeding to death. Of course I went with the second choice because who the hell will I be if I let some intruder dressed like a damn ninja end my life. I’m the Shadow of death for god sakes so I wasn’t about to accept death so easily. So here I was crouched over the lifeless body of the mystery ninja who turned out to be a woman. Pulling the dagger out from her head, blood came pouring out staining the marble floor.

Rabiya was leaning on the pole of the streetlight, arms were both akimbo on his side, when she took part onto this who ‘I don’t know what’s weirder’ thing, “If there is anything weird as of now, it is the fact that it’s already turning nine o’clock yet we are still unable to make our way home. I bet we are spending another night stuck in this place now called pitfall of the dead.” “Pitfall of the dead?” I asked as I heard. “That’s one terribly horrific name for this all-time home of student achievers University. If I were the Dean and I happen to hear what you said, I might send my people to sweep you off the place in the modest way possible.” I answered. Admit it, pitfall of the dead was in

A bold red headline at the top of the screen read, 'Mass Casualty at Blackwood Academy: Entire Student Body and Faculty Found Dead Overnight. My mind went completely blank for a moment before I opened the article. The report was brief, brutal, and hard to believe. 'All 5,000 students and faculty at Blackwood High died the night before due to catastrophic bleeding. Only two students who missed the study hall survived.' I sank onto the edge of the bed, clutching the phone as my entire body started to shake. 'How is this happening?' Only last night, those people were still alive. My classmates. My teachers. Everyone I had known for the past three years.

Zack Flint turned his head and saw a woman who heavily panted with a sharp sword on her hand while a reddish liquid scattered on her shoulder to her blue skirt. "Gaaahh!" the zombies groaned as they smelled another human scent and felt excited while their hunger shot upward inside them. Zack Flint swing down the baseball bat again and again on his zombie classmates' heads. "Come out now! Let's go out of the school!" the woman shouted as she also fought the zombie students on the corridor. Her sharp sword cut their heads and the way she cut it looks like it was easy but she already exhausted too much of her energy. She's just an ordinary student girl and all students voted her as the campus b

I am a christian and whenever I see such headlines, it makes more sad as it mocks my religion or at least disgraces me. I got over it and kept my jotter at the top of the shelf in my room. I stood up from the bed and stretched myself to go brush my teeth. I wanted to prepare for school that day although not feeling stable because of the other night. I had been awake all through writing my new novel 'ghetto lord'. I had promised my friends and followers on social media that I would be releasing it the upper week and so I had to work on it. My laptop lay on the bed there where I had dropped it after typing.

There are only ten minutes left in the college entrance exam when the back door of the classroom bursts open. My best friend, Isaac Powell, kicks it in. He grabs me by the back of my collar, drags me out of the hall, and shoves me into a black SUV idling at the curb. "Are you insane? That was the college entrance exam!" I yell. "Is an exam more important than your life? The students in that room… are probably all dead by now!" Before I can respond, my phone starts buzzing like crazy. Notifications flood the class group chat. "@Trevon, the proctor is looking for you." "@Trevon, did you forget about the party after the test?" "@Trevon, where the hell did you go?" My stomach drops as I

HIGH SCHOOL REVENGE BY HEARTCODE CHAPTER 17: THE GAME 10:30 found the final year students of RPHS in the sports arena, Tiana had ceased to be amazed by what the school contained anymore. She knew that this school was full of surprises, like come on a detention suite, pools, a sport arena… she knew that the school was really a school for elites. It is a fucking miracle she got admitted, so wait…. the SUMPREME ONES did it. She doesn’t know how, but she doesn’t care.

He added so I was holding Fin's hand. "Outside Vampire High high -ranking government officials first investigated to catch the remaining Gredator. When the six cities are finished the schools will follow and we will be the first to be infected by them." Said the Chairman. “We know what’s right for Gredators don’t we?” The Chairman asked. "Death!" "Burn!" "Exiled to villormoniah!" "They are plagues in our world!" "They will kill us and consume us!" "They'll bring the sun to our place!"

That very same day where I 'accidentally' set a test tube on fire thereby earning four hours of detention. But this smell couldn't compare tohydrogen sulfide .It was the smell of gore and death. With the deed done , I gingerly closed the book,squishing the dead bird between her pages and carefully fitted it inside her goth locker .I found myself smiling at the thought of Charli opening her locker and meeting with this generous present considering the fact that she was obsessed with death. Maybe she can hold a burial ceremony for this creature ,her dream come true. I can even offer to bring her my old empty shoe box as a decoy for its coffin.

It’s just an awful situation to be in, and I hate it. I also hate that Jack’s dead—at least I assume he’s dead. My sister slipped up and mentioned that his body had been missing for a little while, and it made me wonder if he actually transformed into a vampire. But his parents spread his ashes on the pitcher’s mound where he used to play baseball at our school, so I’m pretty sure Jack’s really dead, which is devastating all by itself. Drew’s definitely passed on, and my sister is probably a bloodsucker. Really—life as a student at Shenandoah High School should not be this complicated.