Mysterious Class Novels & Stories

I crept back, pressing my ear against the wall, desperate to catch every word. "You know Ryan, they say the Dread heart Beast is a terrifying, nightmarish creature with thick and leathery skin with a deep crimson hue that suggests the cursed power within. Most terrifying of all though, is its beating heart, which is said to be the key to breaking curses and granting unimaginable powers. Those who seek to break a curse, must face the Dread heart Beast who has strong combat powers if they dare..." The silence that followed was deafening, and I could feel my blood chilling in my veins. My breath caught in my throat as I waited, ears straining, for a response from Ryan.

He only lifted his gaze slightly and said, “You’re very sensitive.” “What?” I stood up. My heels were around three inches high, yet I barely reached Steven’s shoulder. He placed his hand on my waist. The pressure slowly increased, and it became firm enough to make me uneasy. I looked at him in confusion. His expression remained polite and composed, with the same measured smile. “Let’s go. Your classmates are waiting.” When we reached the meeting place, there was no one there. I checked the class group chat. Everyone gave the same explanation. The time had changed, and they had forgotten to tell me.

And Rex of all people who hated humans so openly, was taking the class. “This class exists because humans are fragile and curious,” the tutor said calmly. “One mistake, one slip of fang or temper, and centuries of secrecy die with you. To them… we are myths.” Before I even realized it, my hand was already in the air. “What is your name?” the tutor asked, and suddenly all eyes were on me. “Macy…” Rex muttered behind me, laughing. I ignored him. I stood up straight. “Lily. My name is Lily.”

Bryan asked. "Unknown. But it's singing in a key that... matches yours." The room went quiet. The only sound was the hum of the refrigerator and the distant chirp of evening birds. "Great," Bryan muttered. "So my magical blood composition is now a cosmic radio frequency." "Could be worse," Classy offered. "Could be attracting void-sharks." "Do void-sharks exist?" Cara asked, genuinely curious. "Not as such," Shadowalker said. "But there are analogous entities."

RACHEL I stared at the wall clock, my eyes following the second hand as it moved. I prayed silently for the class to be over soon. You'd have thought yesterday’s class was more challenging to understand. Today was the worst. The professor had called it Monstrum Ecology and was about defense against monsters. Some monsters were mentioned that sounded like he had made up the words, but everyone in the class seemed to understand him better than I did, and they were all nodding to his words.

Magic control? People were exchanging confused looks. Even Jane leaned closer to me. “That’s new,” she whispered. I nodded slightly while keeping my eyes on the professor. Something about this felt off already. That course wasn’t on the list of classes we were supposed to take before graduating. Then he continued speaking. “This class will focus on advanced magical restraint, internal energy balance, and the discipline required to control unstable power.” My stomach sank a little. Because the moment he said unstable power, something in my brain started connecting dots I didn’t like.

Reed. They all have to follow the rules and how this firm is made, just like school children. After giving their discussion report, they all left, “Ophelia, wanna join us for dinner? It’s already late; can we get something out?” Mona Asked; she has always been nervous whenever she talks with Ophelia, maybe because Ophelia is different from whoever she has contact with. Many are because of her strong aura, which is even more dominating than any men out there.

If that wasn’t an invitation, then he didn’t know what it was. Before Max could follow, Clara held onto his coat and whispered, “Please don’t defile her in the bathroom. She looks like a nice girl. Bring her over so we can talk to her.” Max turned away and followed his mystery girl, laughing at Clara’s choice of words. -=- Celine Jacobs Celine noticed him the minute she walked into the club. He was standing by the bar looking very handsome in his dark blue suit. ‘Either he came from a meeting or to meet someone for a date perhaps? I hope not,’ Celine caught herself wishing for something when she didn’t even know the guy. She wondered why she cared why he was there.

“That’s what have been thinking of the case, it could be a beast he created or something worse, that might end up killing every being in this city. And we need to stop it before it completely destroys us.” He was facing the wall, his hands crossed at his back. Staring at the hair at intervals. Could it be a sign or something. What or who was held in here? That he had to look into. And find out everything he had to know about Lucas and his missing assistant. Anika. The paranormal researcher could obviously be something else. And all that he has to find out.... “And one more thing, Detective.” Detective Sean turned to him, giving him his full attention.

Why would anyone hold a cooking class in a windowless maze like this? "You can go," she said sharply, pointing her finger toward the hallway. I swallowed hard, a cold sweat breaking out on the back of my neck. This was getting incredibly creepy. When I had asked my mother what this class was about, she only told me it was a cooking class. The card design obviously showed dishes, but this location made absolutely no sense. I walked slowly down the hallway, my boots echoing against the floor until I finally found the door marked 002. I pushed it open and stepped inside. The space was pitch black.