Mysterious Class Novels & Stories

"We did a fingerprint scan in the victim's room earlier..." "And what were the results?" The detective took a deep breath. "No traces or prints that could identify the owner. But we suspect a shadowy group, a dark community, that is rumored to have a base on the outskirts of the city." "A dark community?" Clara frowned, feeling a sense of unease at the thought of such depravity still existing. "That's what we believe, but no one can confirm their existence, even after searching the remote areas, including the forests."

There are posters advertising clubs and events, and I can't help but wonder what all of them entail. We make our way to my first class, and I'm reassured to see that it's a standard humanities class — History, English, and Philosophy. I take a deep breath and enter the room, trying to appear calm and collected. The teacher, a tall, regal-looking werewolf, greets us and introduces himself as Mr. Howl. He motions for us to take a seat, and I settle into a desk next to Lily. The rest of the class is a mix of supernatural beings, and I can feel my anxiety levels rising as I try to mask my nervousness.

“Any class, actually, as long as it’s an A on your specialty magic.” “Specialty magic?” Dorin asked, confused. “For example, my specialty magic is Healing.” his aunt explained, “I am a class S magic Healer. Marcus here’s specialty is Enerkinesis.” “I’m a class S Enerkinetic.” the general said proudly. “I can control energy and bind them to weapons to create magic arsenals for our military.” “The classes range from D to A with A as the highest, and S as an advanced rank.” Professor Althea continued.

“Please Alpha,” “If anything goes out of line, I can’t assure you that I won’t act.” He replied calmly and I nodded. Hopefully, nothing went out of line. I exhaled deeply as I pushed the wooden door open only to be welcomed with the familiar scent of booze. One would think this place was a beer parlor but in fact, this was a gathering place for all species. It was a shop for all kinds of artifacts, weapons, grimoires, potions and of course, ingredients. Their gazes fell on us and some of the people there who knew me simply gave knowing gazes.

“Fine,I just don't want you to scream and I've been meaning to try this suspense thing I do see in movies-” “Just get to the point already!” I cut her short. “Okay I was shocked too, even Vanessa.” She glanced at Vanessa who shrugged. “Natasha is a hybrid.” Lisa said and we all fell silent including Jayden as if he understood what was going on. The weight of the words fall heavily on us. “How is that possible!” Liam screeched and I adjusted my seat. “Are you sure about that?” I looked from Tasha to Lisa who was scowling at Liam.

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."