Highschool Of The Dead Mal Novels & Stories

“I was pissed they did this to me and pissed Jared fucked me over so I said fuck it and fuck you. You mated the bitch and killed Jared. I have held Scarlet responsible for a long time. She left our pack and deserted us and then showed back up as you as her mate? Now she acts like she cares? So for the past few months, I decided to teach all you people a lesson. Don’t fuck over your hired helpers. After I wiped out Montana, Washington was next. Or Is…” “What did you make to put in our water?” I asked through clenched teeth. “A liquid form of cobalt and magnesium. At high enough levels, you will die of an overdose. Shut down major organs and eventually the low blood pressure will kill you. Pai

"I never said that. I said some of us got away. A bunch of the men at the school were prisoners before all this. For fun, they picked girls out from our yearbook, and then they'd search their homes to see if they were still alive. If they found the girl, they killed her family or friends and took her. I was glad my dad died with the virus because the stories other girls told were horrible. I mean, imagine living through the virus only to have a bunch of disgusting men come and kill your loved ones, and then expect you to be their slave. "Braxton, the guy in charge, kept sending his guys out looking for some girl he called Rose. I never knew a Rose in school, but I also hung out with the prep

one muttered. Inside the campus, the scene was eerily familiar. Broken glass littered the ground, papers fluttered in the breeze, and the faint stench of decay clung to the air. The first wave of zombies appeared almost immediately, their guttural groans cutting through the silence. Luke and Bayo didn’t hesitate. Bayo wielded a makeshift weapon—a sturdy metal pipe he had found earlier—and swung it with precision. Each strike connected with a sickening crunch, sending the undead to the ground.

"Go ahead, he's right there." Aria's eyes followed my gesture, and she erupted, her eyes bulging with fury. "Noelle, that's a hearse! It's meant for the dead. How could you put my son in there? "Have you no humanity? After all the kindness my son showed you!" Feigning confusion, I met Aria's gaze. "Mom, what are you talking about? Hearses are for the dead, and isn't your son, well, dead? I don't see the issue."

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."

If this had been a nightclub instead of a graveyard, Roy and the others would have been quite an entertaining sight. But here they were, a group of zombies dancing under the moonlight, making for a particularly horrific sight. "It's the dance… This is the same dance…" Darren stammered in fear, his face drained of color. "It's the same dance they performed before they died." "Are you sure, Mr. Gulley?" Cassian asked. "Positive!" Darren firmly confirmed. "I saw Tate before he died. He was dancing this very dance." So, they'd performed this dance before dropping dead?

“I’m not going anywhere.” --- We entered the building cautiously, our boots crunching against debris scattered across the floor. The air inside was thick with the smell of decay, and the faint sound of shuffling echoed through the empty halls. Ethan’s team moved with precision, clearing each room as we made our way deeper into the warehouse. I stayed near the center of the group, my heart pounding in my chest as I scanned the area for anything useful. We had just reached the storage area when the first infected appeared. It came out of nowhere, lurching from the shadows with a guttural growl. Ethan reacted instantly, raising his hand and sending a wave of energy crashing into the creature, s

He finally panicked and yelled at the werewolves around him, "Get the healer right now!" The healer performed a brief examination before instantly dropping to his knees. "Aria is beyond saving, Alpha Carl." Carl exploded in fury, snapping, "You'd better not give me that utter nonsense! Get every healer in the infirmary here right now! If you collectively fail to save Aria, I'll have all of you executed and buried alongside her!" There were ten healers in the infirmary, and once they completed their examination, they all fell to their knees. "A-Aria is truly beyond saving, Alpha Carl."

Relief punched me in the chest. "He’s back,” someone whispered. I stepped away, wiping sweat from my face. My hands were trembling. He was alive. But barely. --- Twenty minutes later, we sat in the meeting room. Noah. Emery. Zach. Even Brianna came in halfway, still in her apron and smelling of the cake she just burnt. I stood in front of them. “That boy would’ve died,” I said. “The symptoms match. It's the exactly the same way those kids died in Elias’s pack.”

"Give me a sample. I need something to turn in." Max turned his face away, clearly embarrassed, but still took the vial. Even through the haze of candle smoke, I caught the faint red creeping up his ears. By morning, Max was back on the bed, slipping into the Death-Trance Spell to play dead. I picked up my case and opened the door. "Well?" Titus wheeled over the second he saw me, asking for an update. I hadn't expected him to be stationed right outside the bedroom all night. Good thing we hadn't made a move.