My Blood-curdling Campus Life Novels & Stories

When I got to the school, I was still skeptical about going to college since I found it hard enough to stand the ignorance and pettiness of humans, I wonder how long it would take me to end all this farce. But as I stepped onto the college campus, the atmosphere eased my mood and I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of déjà vu. The bustling atmosphere, the vibrant energy of youth, and the anticipation of new beginnings were all too familiar. It always seemed like yesterday to me Yet, it had been three centuries since i started blending in as one of their own. The campus was alive with activity as students hurried to their classes, laughing and chatting excitedly about the upcoming semest

My time had been consumed by visiting my aunt and searching for part-time work in the city, leaving me little opportunity to explore the campus. However, our conversation took a serious turn when Jen mentioned a dangerous group within the college, led by someone notorious for their ruthlessness. According to her, this leader was more menacing than anyone else on campus, involved in activities that even professors seemed unable to control. Rumors whispered that he was destined to become the next mafia king of the country.

She had stuffed my phone with calls and texts, worried since she had half an idea of what might’ve happened to me, so I quickly picked up. “Are you dead?!” “Not yet, no, though I’m fairly sure they at least want me alive for the moment,” I said dryly. “Hi, Charlie.” “Yes, hello, fuck El’s. Really thought you would be rocking fangs or a coffin with the way things had been going for you. How are you—and what even happened? The campus has been writing off the whole thing as wolves or coyotes getting too close to campus and going at it.” “I mean, two wolves were going at it,” I winced. “There was just a vampire thrown in the mix.”

We’d both grown up around violence and men who didn’t believe in rules and these two were my best friends. ​Our Campus, Riverside College of Arts and Sciences, sat right on the edge of the Serpents’ sprawling territory, funded and protected by the Brotherhood's dirty money. Half the students here were family; sons and daughters of patched members, the little princes and princesses of the outlaw world. The rest were either affiliated with rival mafia families or the disgustingly rich, reckless kind who wanted to rub shoulders with danger before retreating to their safe, suburban lives. So, yeah. It wasn’t your average campus. You could buy a degree here or get your throat slit in the parking

No loud am, no loud am, baby Girlie go down, North to South Shey you gree, I no fit shout, ay, yeah Bounce your body or we bounce you out Omo no scream, no to shout, ay No loud am, no loud am, baby Girlie go down, North to South Shey you gree, I no fit shout, ay, yeah Bounce your body or we bounce you out Omo no scream, no to shout, ay No loud am, no loud am, baby She shook her head quietly as soon as she finished her reading hours for the day. She packed her notes and handouts as she exited the reading room. Her roommates voices went smaller as soon as she entered the room making Lizzy raise her eyebrows in puzzlement. Ever since her 200 level, she had always gotten roommates from 100 level

A human stain on pureblood legacy. I knew I’d have to figure out where I’d go when the campus closed. No dorm. No family. No money. Just me and a backpack full of scars. But I didn’t bring it up. Not yet. They had enough to carry. I wouldn’t add to it. First period Tuesday morning: Vampire Biology with Professor Krane. I shared the class with Elara. We sat in the back row—close enough that her knee brushed mine under the table. She wore her usual black-and-crimson uniform, Stetson tilted low, fang wristband glinting when she raised her hand. I kept my head down, notebook open, pen moving, trying to ignore the stares that followed me everywhere now. #NicoExposed was still trending. My past—18

By the third day back, my schedule looked more like a battlefield map than a class roster. Strategic council at dawn. Dueling pairings at noon. Leadership committee after dinner. If it wasn’t one of Marric’s briefings, it was another list of wolves demanding to know why a Bloodpine was walking our halls in Hawthorne colors. I hadn’t even unpacked my second bag. I stood in the Hawthorne common room, back straight, jaw tight, watching as two juniors squared off over who got the upper bunk in their shared dorm. One of them was growling. The other already had claws out.

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”

I threw myself back into campus life with everything I had. I buried myself in books, wrote article drafts late into the night, volunteered for the student paper just to keep busy. I thought if I drowned myself in work, maybe I could silence both the whispers of my wolf and the pull of Dante’s voice inside my head. But nothing on campus escaped gossip. Everywhere I went, whispers followed me like shadows. In the cafeteria, I could feel eyes on me. In the hallways, I caught the hiss of my name followed by giggles. In class, when Dante walked in, I felt the daggers in the girls’ stares. Some hissed under their breath. Others smirked knowingly.

Rabiya was leaning on the pole of the streetlight, arms were both akimbo on his side, when she took part onto this who ‘I don’t know what’s weirder’ thing, “If there is anything weird as of now, it is the fact that it’s already turning nine o’clock yet we are still unable to make our way home. I bet we are spending another night stuck in this place now called pitfall of the dead.” “Pitfall of the dead?” I asked as I heard. “That’s one terribly horrific name for this all-time home of student achievers University. If I were the Dean and I happen to hear what you said, I might send my people to sweep you off the place in the modest way possible.” I answered. Admit it, pitfall of the dead was in