My Blood-curdling Campus Life Novels & Stories

The soft cotton of her oversized sweater brushes against her nipples in a way that sends electric shocks down her spine. Lyric shuffled through the campus quad, her backpack slung over one shoulder as she tried to focus on the lecture notes clutched in her hand. But with each step, the slick wetness between her legs became more distracting, a constant reminder of her body's betrayal. Her choice to leave the suppressant pills untouched this morning now seemed like the worst decision of her life, and now she was paying the price, her biology screaming for something she wasn't ready to give.

The smell of blood permeated the air, so thick that Vero felt nauseous. Vero saw Ms. Caroline and a lecturer who usually taught the morning classes, sucking the blood of her classmates. And Felicia, a woman who worked in the dormitory administration, sat on the lap of a male student. Her eyes widened in a wild frenzy, a grin plastered on her face as the student’s blood sprayed onto it. This was a terrible nightmare. A horrifying massacre. It felt like watching a brutal documentary firsthand. And Vero couldn’t do anything except witness it happening. She couldn’t turn her face away or close her eyes, even though she desperately wanted to do so now.

Months Later, The university campus smelled like spring rain,wet grass, blooming trees, and the faint tang of coffee from nearby stalls. Students moved with purpose, books clutched, laughter spilling through open courtyards. Life had returned to its own rhythm, slower than the chaos months ago but richer, steadier, freer. For Randy, the shift had been profound,the trauma, the deception, the suffocating secrecy of the Dean/Edan incident—it all felt like a distant storm now.

Kelsey’s POV If I could delete one thing from the universe, it wouldn’t be spiders or pineapple on pizza. It would be Monday mornings in the second semester. The campus was a literal zoo. You had the freshmen wandering around like lost puppies, the seniors acting like they discovered fire, and the professors already giving us enough homework to sink a ship. I was power-walking to Hall C for my combined engineering lecture, trying to protect my sanity and—more importantly—my brand-new white sneakers.

The walk away from the party was a lonely, painful one, each step a heavy, burdensome weight. The cool night air did little to soothe the fire raging inside me, a volatile mix of anger, hurt, and a profound, soul-crushing disappointment. The campus, which had seemed so vibrant and full of life just hours ago, now felt cold and alien, a landscape of shadows that mirrored the turmoil in my heart.

But my grandfather sent me again to another school named 'HARRISON UNIVERSITY' A typical but high-end school congested with bitches, nerds, lovers, jerks, bullies, and the pathetic ones who love to see themselves bullied. Not until I started to see bizarre things, I never wish to involve with. 'Monsters'—that's what Harrison University has. From that day on, I learn that all things happening inside this campus are bound to each other. Too late for me to realize that these will lead me to the place where I can find the identity that I myself don't want to bring back.

The Breaking Point Chapter 1: The Breaking Point The university hallways were way too quiet. I hurried toward my dorm, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. In this prestigious school, a place that was supposed to be my dream, I was living a waking nightmare, living in fear. I was being hunted by a gang in school..This gang was dreadful and had not let me know a moment of peace since I gained admission into the University.

My jaw tightened, the replies exploded again. Someone reposted my response, made edits and Someone called me “The Scholarship Savage.” By midnight, my phone wouldn’t stop vibrating. And somehow Kaizen Arclair replied again. “Careful, scholarship girl. Blackthorne Heights eats people like you alive.” I should’ve ignored him. Instead, I typed: “Then maybe the campus king should worry less about me and more about passing his classes.” The internet lost its mind. I smiled for exactly three seconds before my manager snatched my phone away.

To avoid the stares on campus, I try to walk faster to class, but the tight knot in my stomach doesn't disappear, and it makes want to go back to lock myself in my dorm room. I have always been a weird girl who doesn’t spend time with anyone, but now I’m a weird girl who walks around with a wolf, and they think I’m probably a murderer. Why does my life have to be so complicated? I feel a tear threatening to come out of the corner of my eye and I quickly wipe it off. I haven’t attended any classes since the beginning of the semester, and I sent a doctor’s note to my lecturers. Then, they suddenly saw me on video with bloody clothes and a wolf. How do I explain that? Wasn’t I supposed to be in

The faculty apartment was by the other gate of the campus, which meant they had to walk through the entire school, starting from the stretch of restaurants known to students as “Temptation Alley.” Though the weather was cold, the campus was still alive with energy—students singing, laughing, playing around, club events in full swing. The whole place radiated youth. Louis glanced around and suddenly said, "Youth really is something else—carefree and full of life." Adora turned to him with a teasing smile. "Are you saying you’re old now?"