Maehara Assassination Classroom Novels & Stories

“Oh my God, I know who that is! It took me a minute, but I've seen his picture in the history books in Aurelia.” Now it was my turn to be shocked because wouldn't I have known that too? Not even bothering to see if anyone saw us, Amber and I turned around and glared at Rowan. “Who is it?” Amber demanded as she was glancing between us and the scene unfolding at the front of the classroom. Rowan’s face was turning pale, which I've only ever seen him react like that since we were kids, so I knew whatever it was was serious. “It’s Stefan Kovac!” he blurted out, “he was one of the masterminds behind the massacre at Tanner’s Bluff.”

The chair beside her remained empty. Maya wasn’t coming. Mabye she didn’t want to feel embarrassed she thought ! Before the unease could fully settle, the teacher entered the classroom. His face was drawn, his steps slow. The chatter died instantly. “I have sad news,” he said quietly. “One of your classmates… Maya Carter” The room seemed to tilt. “was found dead by the river.” Sara’s breath left her in a rush. Her knees weakened, and she gripped the edge of her chair to keep from collapsing.

My babaanne explains in a nonchalant voice, accepting her fate. “Who are Mia’s biological parents?” My babaanne opens her mouth to speak, but before she can say anything, multiple men dressed in all black enter the barn with their weapons pointed at us. Before I can fully register what is going on, a bullet drills into the side of her temple, killing her instantly. Blood splatters across my face, and I turn to look at Cenk, watching him with wide eyes as he glides the blade across Emre’s amca throat, bleeding him dry with a satisfied expression on his face.

The person shivered from the unbearable pain as she buried the dagger deep into the flesh of his neck until its full length disappeared. When the person didn't show any signs of movement anymore, not even a faint breathing and his were already shot open, glaring into nothingness, only then Méah pulled the dagger off his neck, making blood splatter into her face. Feeling the wet spots of blood showering her face, Méah was brought back to reality. She didn't know why but her body suddenly feel numb seeing the blood on her hands and on the white part of her dress. Her legs felt weak, making her fall on her knees in front of the two dead bodies that were bathed in blood.

There was a look of resignation in her eyes, almost like she had already decided exactly what to do. "I should kill you." She hissed, slowly raising up her pistol again. "...but you're already doomed with someone like Mr. Del Ponte." A dark chuckle escaped her lips, as I watched her slowly aim the gun to her own head. "Have a nice life!" She spat, before pulling the trigger and blowing her own brains out. I watched her body drop to the floor, blood splattered across the room, and some on my face. Mae was dead. The door was finally ripped open, and in came Marcelo and the others, but my eyes were not focused on them.

Asher asked. "I am completely confused, my lord..." Maera stammered, her voice trembling with fabricated fear. "I haven't done anything." Asher didn't even bother answering her. He simply gave a nod to Sylvara. Stepping forward, Sylvara dropped a heavy burlap bag onto the stone floor with a sickening thud. With a swift movement, she emptied the contents. Veyron’s severed head rolled out across the floor, stopping right in front of Maera.

They threw sharp, unfriendly glances her way, but Claudia ignored them completely, focusing on the teacher instead. “You— the new student,” the teacher called gently, pointing at her. “Please come forward and introduce yourself.” Claudia stood. “My name is Claudia Jackson,” she said simply. “Nice to meet you all.” Then she returned to her seat. A loud hiss broke the calm. Tina. The teacher paused briefly, then continued as if nothing had happened. “Today’s topic focuses on recent events in Italy,” she began. The class grew attentive. “There have been multiple assassinations targeting high- ranking officials. The attacker is a serial killer known as Striker.”

Harlow nervously swallowed. "Yes, she died way before we were even conceived. At least that's what the school told us in history class; it was the darkest moment ever happened since then. You were in that class, and were you even paying attention?" Mia said, folding her arms across her chest with a stern look on her face. Nervously she laughed. "Pfft, yes." No, she didn't pay attention in that class. Harlow barely got through that class without falling asleep. "Well, if you had been listening, you would have learned that Michael killed her."

I whispered back. We packed our bags and went to our second lecture. We sat down in the middle row. After the second lecture was finally over, the Professor dismissed the class. Students started standing up and talking loudly. Mia grabbed my arm. She pointed her finger all the way to the back of the giant lecture hall. "Emma, look," Mia said. "Look right there." I followed her finger. Sitting in the very back seat of the lecture hall was Hannah. She was wearing a big black hoodie. She had the hood pulled up over her hair, and she was wearing giant dark shades over her eyes inside the classroom.

The students who saw this were shocked and came out of their classes to see what had happened. At this time, Cobra had arrived at Queen's classroom and signaled for eight of his men to wait outside the classroom while four went inside the classroom with him. Once he was informed that the two snipers had been killed, Jett led the twenty four men with him and they entered the school, spreading out.