Highschool Of The Dead Fanfiction Novels & Stories

A silent scoff escaped my lips, and just when I took a quick glance, it was no other than my nemesis. I didn't need to blink twice, I knew him. Leonardo Ricci, the Alpha who didn't just reject me as his mate but bullied me throughout high school. It was as if time stopped as the event of the past clouded my mind in no minute like an instant tornado. I felt my body tingle, and a quick shiver ran through my spine. A feeling of dread tore up my insides when I remembered who it was. There were few things I hated in my twenty four years of living, and on the top of that list was no other than the man towering over me.

she spat. "Excuse me?" I asked, my voice rising in anger. "You will never be able to come between Ethan and I. We've been together since high school, we're meant for each other" she said, inching closer to me. It finally struck me. She was Samantha Smith. The head cheerleader and meanest girl ever. "I promise you, I am only here to work. I don't want Ethan" I said, turning back to my work. She spun my chair around and stepped closer to me. Her perfume filled my nostrils and the air was so dense I could hardly breathe.

No matter what body part she tried to move, she didn’t gain any height. The air in her lungs burned, demanding she release it. I’m going to die. She opened her mouth, and a giant bubble escaped, water rushing into her lungs. Trying to cough and failing, Nyla felt her body begin to relax against her will. Her vision dimmed. I never thought this would be how it ends. Eason. He will miss me. And Sarah, too. At least I have someone to mourn me. I won’t be alone. And I’ll get to see the Major if Menhits get an afterlife. I’ve never considered that before. She gave over to the darkness. There was nothing else to do.

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.

Clementine POV A few days have passed and Fin and Creed are still not getting along, the two twins are also involved. I don’t know why they are fighting. All I know is they all hate Fin. Every morning I see Fin across from our room, waiting for me while carrying red roses. Sometimes I wonder if he has eaten or not because he was there too early so every time I see him I let him into our room and feed him even though it is forbidden and against the room rules. I wonder if Fin is happy with what he is doing to propose to me. I'll admit that I like him but I still don't want to let Fin know because I'm afraid that he might just play with my feelings. There are rumors that ... Fin was a great Pl

I grumble. “School? School for what? What are you talking about,” the doctor furthers. “High school. We need him to attend high school and help us get to the bottom of all these shifter deaths. For whatever reason teens seem to be the main target. Luc is going to require Shadow Warrior advanced training. Going to cram centuries of history and two years of intensive Shadow tutelage in him over the next few weeks,” I say, as I attempt to pick up the dead weight and wrangle him back on the bed.

I used to have fantasies about kissing him. When I was a young high school girl with a sexy new protector who was her brother’s best friend. Back when I was allowed to daydream about a future I couldn’t have. I don’t have such whimsical fairy tales anymore. Shit, I haven’t thought about a mate since the moment I witnessed my parents’ gruesome death.

The sequel is told from Thalia Grace's point of view: I finally went to EINSTEIN High School. From a distance, I saw my second sister, Drusilla, waiting for me at the dormitory gate. It was a beautiful Sunday, everything was perfect in my eyes, my father drove me to school, I could even meet my sister at school, everything for me is so wonderful now, only that if my sister If we don't hate Aunt Huong, the four of us can even take family photos to celebrate the day I can go to a school like many other children.

She looked like hell. I stumbled into the shower, letting the boiling water burn away the shame. But no amount of heat could erase the other memory clawing at my skull And then, like a ghost whispering in my ear, the other memory surfaced. Majestic High. Ten years ago. I was sixteen, a scholarship student—the maid’s daughter—allowed into the elite shifter school only because the Luna had taken pity on my mother. I had kept my head down, my uniform neat but cheap, my shoes patched.

After all, she was just a carbon copy, photocopy, perhaps a doppelganger and not the real person. Rachael had distinctive qualities which will make almost every young guy fall for her beauty. "For someone intelligent like you, you should realize soon enough that she is not going to College immediately after High School," Zack simply smiled. "And you thought I will make a move soon. Only time will tell Lydia. Rachael will be mine," he began walking away but stopped. "The graduation is boring, isn't it? I will be going out for a drink in the evening. You are free to join me. Hopefully, you can learn from my plans," Lydia simply nodded.