Death Note Beyond Novels & Stories

Scarlett's pov Bert's death made us all feel various emotions. We were all moved by his suicide. While some of us thought that he was feeling remorseful about what he had done, others thought that he just wanted the easy way out after realising that his mate and son didn't support his decision. Anyway, we buried him and got on with our lives. As we planned, we prepared to hold the alpha and Luna ceremony on the night of the full moon and invited the alphas and their mates from all the packs of the South. That was excluding the Sapphire Moon pack.

"I'm free now. You say you've let go, but I know there has always been something weighing on your heart. Once it's said, let it go. Live well. If not, we'll just start over." I looked at him and smiled through tears. I nodded and said, "Don't worry. I'm not afraid of death. I'll live well for both of us. If it comes to it, we'll just start over." Blake Hilton. That was his real name. I had not said it in a long time. I held his hand, watching him silently until everything grew still. Edward had been watching from outside. When he saw me walk out looking calm and composed, he looked uneasy.

I didn't dare look behind me. But it followed. I could feel it. The thing from beyond. When we reached the water's edge, I collapsed to my knees. The river should've offered safety, sanctuary. But it boiled, bubbles rising, steam rising higher. Malen cried out and fell, convulsing. His body twisted unnaturally, veins glowing a violent purple. I screamed and reached for him. I wanted to save him at all costs. He didn't deserve so much pain. It hurt me to see him like this.

I thought it would be a quiet one, until. "Ms. Douglas, you've got to see this," my assistant burst in, phone in hand. There it was, on a giant LED screen in the city center—our wedding video. The message read: [Elena, happy birthday. Forgive me. — Love, Matthew] The whole of Hudson City saw it. Just like that, social media went wild. [Is Carter trying to bury his ex-wife in cash?] [Rich folks sure have a simple way of saying sorry.]

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

the voice on the other end asked. Alex exhaled slowly, forcing composure into his voice. “I’ll be there first thing tomorrow.” “Great. We’ll send you the details shortly. See you then.” The call ended, leaving an eerie silence in the room. Alex stared at his phone, feeling a strange mixture of excitement and dread. Tina smirked, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. “Well, well, well. Looks like the universe has a sense of humor.” Alex didn’t respond. His mind was already racing ahead, thinking of all the possibilities.

“I have no idea if you know this, but… A detective who uses his deductive powers to corner a suspect, and then does nothing to stop them from committing suicide—” “—is no better than the murderer himself,” Albert completed. “It’s quite funny, now that I realize its meaning.” “Jimmy Kudo probably has a lot more to say if he is a real person and is present here,” I added and finally stepped out of the clubroom. Just as I stepped into the light, my phone rang with a call from an unknown number. “Hibara, speaking.” A voice altered with a changer laughed on the other line. “Hmm… I heard that your team closed another case again, Hibara.”

CULLEN’s POV The rain poured heavily. The dark clouds loomed above, seething with fury. I sipped my bittersweet coffee as the Death Note on my desk began to glow faintly. I reached out and took it in my hand. An unfamiliar name appeared, along with the details of death. “Clark Stephen Daniel,” I muttered with a sigh. “Your time has come. I’m coming to collect,” I whispered, my voice void of warmth. It was time to reap his soul. The details were clear—he would die tonight, inside a nightclub.

She turned to Abigail's brother, who was named Arnold. He inhaled deeply before responding, "I've never heard of unawakened ones marking each other, so the chances are slim. It might just be a bite mark that hasn't healed." Drew laughed lightly. "Not quite! You might be surprised, Mom. Why don’t you come and see for yourself?" he suggested, and she nodded in agreement. "Do you still have the mark from the bite?" He pulled his shirt down from his shoulder, revealing the mark. His mother gasped, and I wondered why she reacted that way. She stood up and approached us to get a closer look. "This is..." she trailed off, and I felt a wave of anxiety. "Yes, Mom, it’s exactly what you think," Drew c

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