My Blood-curdling Campus Life Novels & Stories

Scarlet POV Life sucks.. No! This school sucks. I know my life has always been miserable before I came into this school, but this school is like icing on a cake. When life sucks…. It really fucking sucks. I’ve tasted how miserable life can be, but this.. is what I never expected. I’m miserable to the core. Pretty sure that was me, when I passed by the crowd at the school hallway. I didn’t bother to check what was happening , that would be exposing my ass. I sure did eavesdropped but not that I wanted to.. it was coincidental. “ men are scums”

She complained that the college had ordered students to show their student ID cards whenever entering or leaving the campus from now on. I heaved a sigh of relief. This way, Quentin and Lennon could no longer cause me any trouble. Unexpectedly, they came over again just three days later. Since they could not get into the campus, they waited for me at the door. They would shout my name if they did not see me. When my roommate told me that two men were looking for me outside the campus, I was reading in the self-study room. Worried that things would get worse, I could only bite the bullet and go out.

she said, catching me off guard, as if she hadn’t just asked me to strip and sit beside her in the infirmary seconds ago. “Saw blood? Did someone get hurt in front of you?” “No! We had a practical class.” “What do you mean?” “A practical class here at college. I saw the blood, and everything went dark around me.” “Oh, it definitely wasn’t the blood. You probably didn’t eat well, and your diabetes acted up. Did you take your insulin properly?” What? Was I actually asking that, sounding worried? “I did everything right, Gabe. But there was blood… I don’t handle blood well.”

What they saw was beyond their expectations. Dozens of students had committed suicide by jumping from the top of the five- floor campus building. Their bodies were crushed, the campus courtyard was full of pools of blood, most of the heads were broken so that the entire contents of the brain were splattered everywhere, the intestines were bursting out. Broken arms and legs made everyone able to clearly see their broken bones poking out of the flesh. Even more horrifying, they realized that all of these victims were from Corrine's class. Some of the students who were still around the scene looked pale and shocked. Some even vomited their guts because they couldn't bear the sight. Some people

Or maybe it was fear—maybe I was afraid of what we might find when we do eventually end up at my front door and I have to confront my aunt about everything that’s happened at the university, and every other thing that’s happened before then that would have led up to this. If Craig was right and this wasn’t a spur of the moment thing, if werewolves weren’t just all of a sudden targeting human girls—then it meant that a very powerful non-man and his very strong non-man lackeys were out for me specifically. A creepy chill ran down my spine at the thought. I just wanted to create art, man. “You really should—” “If you tell me to calm down, I’ll bite your throat out.” I seethed at him, my gaze sh

I got up and went to the college. As usual , I'm late and after hearing tons of lectures from the Head of the department and program coordinator, I'm allowed to enter the class. I sat on my place , and took a snap of the female staff who is teaching and I sent it to my snap group. Her class is hell boring , so I started to watch reels and I felt like keenly observed by someone. I ran my eyes all over the class and I caught HER staring at me. She averted her gaze as she noticed me.

Thalia's POV: Our college is a red brick building, large enough to have 15+ classrooms, excluding the staff rooms and offices. The cafeteria is the best place, and the food is great, something that Hera never fails to mention each day. Life here is weird. Either you have no drama for weeks or chaos unfolds very quick. The two most famous cases we had were of the students bullying someone, who later turned out to be a werewolf's adopted kid. It feels surreal to me still, but I don't think the pale faces our college staff had the very next day were a lie.

The noise of the undead who craves for raw flesh and the wails of the soldiers that arose to be their prey, forged drops of blood by the spurring of their ripped pieces. Gunshots. Groans. Cries. And apathetic uproars came from the undead. I would be lying if I say that everything around me is still intact and remain unscathed. Fuck it! The surrounding was in the mayhem which petrifies me to the fullest. My limbs were shuddering and my hands forfeited their fuel to hold in the metal that curb me from falling. In a cinch, everything became murky and stench. "S-shit!" I uttered profanity when I plummeted with a loud thud, back grating in the soil. Damn! My back maims so bad because of that fuck

--- Campus was a battlefield of whispers. Heads turned the second I stepped onto the quad. Some students avoided me entirely, crossing to the other side of the path. Others stared with fake pity, murmuring just loud enough for me to hear. “Poor thing… but did you see what she did to Dira?” “Still showing up after all that?”

He glanced at the screen and his expression immediately cooled. “Cassandra.” “Should I send flowers to the funeral of your personality?” “She says we have exactly forty minutes before a live campus interview.” I blinked. “A what?” “She booked us on Northside Live.” “You’re joking.” “I wish.” He walked toward the door again before pausing. “And apparently,” he added dryly, “we’re trending nationally.” I dropped my head back against the pillow. “Fantastic.” By the time we arrived on campus, it looked less like a university and more like a media circus.