Highschool Of The Dead Author Novels & Stories

The howl carried across the entire campus, a mourning cry that every remaining supernatural heard in their bones. Nocturnal Biology Wing Damien Crowe moved like death itself. He had already killed seven infected students — people he had shared late-night seminars with. One of them had been his human lab partner, a quiet girl who always brought him coffee because “vampires probably don’t sleep, right?” Now her broken body lay at his feet, throat torn open by his own hands. “Forgive me,” he muttered, wiping blood from his lips. His crimson eyes burned with cold fury.

While she flaunted the gifts she received from Peter, she also took photos of me in my unsightly condition. Her captions only got snarkier with every post. "Can someone tell me when she'll be meeting her maker?" "Spending a dead person's money delightfully. It's time to be extravagant." "How can one torment someone in a vegetative state without leaving a trace?" Flustered, Selena tried to tear the papers up. "Bitch, you fabricated these!" I watched her calmly as she tore at the papers like a madwoman. "Tear them up all you want. I've made copies of them."

Something that could wipe humanity off the map. “The ones who survive… are becoming… something else,” I murmured under my breath, barely able to believe it. “Zombies,” I whispered. The word hung in the air. Rebecca shuddered. “I can’t believe it. It’s happening so fast. What do we do?” “We study it,” I said firmly, more to myself than to her. “I need to get to the bottom of this. We need samples, data, whatever we can get our hands on.”

He looked both determined and deeply tired, a man grappling with the possibility that the nightmare consuming the world had already claimed his son. Joseph Erickson crouched low behind the crumbling wall of an old administration building, his breath shallow and his muscles taut. All around him, the groans and guttural sounds of the undead filled the air, accompanied by the occasional shuffle of feet or the grotesque twitching of limbs. The building’s shadow provided some cover, but Joseph knew it wouldn’t last. He risked a glance around the edge of the wall. The horde wasn’t far—dozens of the creatures were scattered across the campus grounds, their movements erratic but no less deadly.

he said and they started to head back to Cinderville in the dead of the night. On getting there, Gazzeus and Bryon saw what had happened there. Everything was in crumbles and ashes and there were decapitated bodies lying around, about hundreds of them, including their men. It was just like Klaus had said. Gazzeus was still doubting if one person did this, and that too, a girl who can’t be more that eighteen years of age. If that was the case, it means the prophecy is indeed real and the Chosen One would be the one to put an end to their immortality. Then this was a declaration for war and all covens would have to come together again to take out one person who is a threat to them.

Her knuckles turned white. They were all there waiting for her. Mama Metcalf and her busted open head, dripping gray matter down the folds of her scrubs. Jordan’s face over her shoulder, his dimples as prominent in death as they were in life. The thing that used to be Robby slithered at their feet, its wide toothy smile was just for her. Mykel lurched across the lot in blind arcs, spurting gore as he went from where his head and spine were not so long ago housed. Her parents were there too, each with their matching heart-attack guts swinging before them, stinking of the earth they were buried in. They weren’t alone. The knockers at her door were there by the thousands, dribbling over one ano

But this stupid head of mine kept my high school life as the most important memory in my life… Especially this girl was a part of it. “So…” I sat down. “Have you read the contract.” She huffed and crossed her arms in front of her. “No.” Her manager let out a nervous laugh before hitting Rebecca. “Yes, she did.” I nodded and smiled. “What do you think about it Ms. Javier? Do you think you’ll be able to write and recreate the story you had when you were in high school?” She sarcastically laughed. “Are you really sure about this though, Mr. Constantine? Remember that you are a part of my high school… your name will be dragged here, and I intend to keep things as honest as it was.”

His bald head glistened and his Suit looked like one he borrowed. It was three times his size. I really do not know who advised him to wear a suit. He doesn't have the body and charisma for it, he ended up looking quite stupid in it. "Good morning everyone and welcome to a new session in Royal Priesthood High School. Today, we'll be privileged to have the Founder of our school up here to address us, join me as I welcome Apostle David Azubike." He announced as we all clapped tremendously as he climbed up.

Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate. The woman standing here was Luna Kane, heir to the Kane family. No one would ever hurt me again. Three days later, the yacht reached Norvale Port. Our car rolled into the wealthy district downtown. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, the bustling night view of all of Norvale stretched out before us. I stood by the window, gazing at the glittering lights, but I felt nothing. … Third-person POV Back at Costa Estate, Vincenzo had already begun his retaliation against the Camorra family.

He had been suspecting that the book he received from Dawn was made by her. He was curious about the book only at first. He saw the synopsis and thought that the author’s way of writing was similar to his wife’s. He hoped that it was key to finding her in this lifetime. He was almost a hundred percent convinced that the Dawn who goes to the same school as him was the reincarnation of his wife. But when the book came out, he hesitated slightly. He told himself that it was also possible for authors to have similarities.