Highschool Of The Dead Mal Novels & Stories

Chapter 4: Not what I expected Rowan “I want you to investigate the recent campus deaths.” Tristan, the head of the Halo, mutters as he takes down his drink. Leaning back on my seat, I quirk a brow. “What campus deaths? The only thing I heard was that some kids were missing..” Tristan sifts his fingers through his pale golden hair and shakes his head with a sigh. “That’s what the news has been reporting, but it’s not quite accurate. Over the past six months, we’ve found bodies of students who have been decapitated.”

Gerard angrily shouts down from his throne, "Are your fingers making that call to Derek Hale yet?!" Malia's face is already completely drained of all color, her mouth filled with the hot, metallic taste of her own blood fluid. Even so, she stands her ground on her knees, weakly shaking her head from side to side. "No... my mouth won't let Derek walk straight into a... lethal death trap because of my mistake. Your rogue pack might as well... give up!"

His legs buckled beneath him, and he collapsed to the ground, feeling every drip of blood slowly leave him till he died. DARKNESS. Again. DARKNESS. Again. DARKNESS. Again. DARKNESS. Again. He didn’t know how much longer he could take this. The endless cycle, the horror. His sanity felt like it was hanging by a thread, unravelling with every new death. As his body hit the ground yet again, Roy’s eyes closed, but this time he didn’t flinch. He stopped fighting. Stopped resisting. The endless stream of deaths and their grotesque brutality no longer fazed him. He had been reborn a hundred times, each death more brutal than the last, each more horrific, until his soul had been stripped raw.

Malik let out a dark chuckle. "She's hallucinating, Malik…" I yelped, trying to salvage the situation, but it was too late, and Malik didn't pay any attention to me. Melinda closed her eyes, her body going limp as she slipped away into the darkness. It was as though she was ready to die. Malik bent down at the instant, and he snapped her head. He pierced his claws into her head, and he made sure he shabbily tore her head apart. It was a total mess; a gory scene, and I swiftly closed my eyes; I just couldn't behold the mess.

“Just finish it so we can get to Pamela.” Isak and I let Malcolm go. The boy didn’t need to be told twice as he plunged the dagger into Paxton’s chest. The bastard got what he deserved. He was a sloppy waste of flesh that gave incubus everywhere a bad name. He wouldn’t be missed, that was for sure. I’m only surprised he lived this long. As I got Malcolm to his feet, I looked around to see the ten others were already dead. Caleb and Khalid were busy stacking bodies while Dani and Mariana were putting up the bombs.

Claire groaned as she held tight to both the metal staff and Mal, unable to let either go. Mal’s smile vanished as something yanked him backwards. Claire held tight as she could, but something pulled Mal back into the hole. Mal shook his shoulders and screamed in pain as the silver dagger he had earlier pierced his side, right below his ribs. Sloane appeared and used the dagger to hoist himself up further, a sadistic grin across his face. “If I die, then you and I will die together, Malachy.” Claire only reacted. She pulled her metal staff from its mooring and threw it with everything she had right at Sloane’s head. The end pierced his forehead and froze that grin on his face. His arms slowl

Their fated mates screaming in pain, fighting to protect them. My brothers tortured. Rodrick is now standing on the hill, holding something in his hand. I look closely and gasp before I scream, dropping to my knees. Harrison is dead! Malachi standing there motionless like a zombie. When Rodrick moves closer to him, tossing Harrison’s tiny body on a bonfire. Before he rips Malachi’s throat out, all the while watching me. When I’m killed. Then nothing, only darkness. “This is what will happen if you don’t save them.” Selene’s voice enters my head.

There will be scenes of BDSM dynamic between our Male Lead and Female Lead, so if you aren't into kink or it makes you uncomfortable, please do not read any further. I hope that you enjoy Alpha of the Dead. --Sydney

She concentrated so hard that her head started to pound. “You can’t heal death, Adara,” Malachi said and took her by the arm. They stood together hugging, me on one couch and my dead mother on the other. With a headless body in the basement, our life had become a horror story.

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