Death Note Beyond Novels & Stories

With the same strength, he stroked his swords onto its belly, crimson blood oozing from its wound while gives a loud cry, eyes gazing at him with hatred that no much in this world, with its body crouched low and its teeth bared in a snarl; then Dave pulled up his weapons and waved it back towards its neck. Dave turns his head to Catherine. “Catherine you're bleeding...” he shouts and gestures to find the beast dead with its eyes closing. Nathan in a bare corner hidden from view lets out a shuddering breath, looking at Catherine as he inches toward her and attempted to help her with her wound. He stared in awe as the wound closing on its own.

Cale suspected he had left something much more dangerous. He touched the notebook on his chest. Anomaly 107: The Blueprint. Fact: The dead are still playing the game. Cale smiled weakly. "Your move, Alex," Cale whispered to the empty room. "Make it count."

It was the gift Seraphina left for him a week ago. He opened the box with trembling hands. Inside was a small, cold chunk of silver, completely devoid of energy. The token of their mate bond had been melted down. Kaden picked up the piece of silver. The bone-chilling cold of the metal broke him. Underneath it lay a piece of paper bearing Seraphina's final words to him. "The mate bond has shown me the truth about you and Lyra. I'm leaving. Don't bother looking for me." She hadn't even signed her name. The brief note was all it took to end their fifteen years of affection and the sacred mate bond that the Moon Goddess had blessed.

The system finally returned. 【Original task terminated.】 【Contract Holder Isabella Caruso has completed death settlement.】 【Irreversible regret detected in target individual.】 【Hidden compensation condition fulfilled.】 A new option appeared before me. 【One identity reset is available.】 【The original body, identity, and family ties will not be retained.】 【Accept new identity?】 Matteo was still kneeling beside me, saying he loved me now that it could save nothing. I no longer needed the answer.

😱😱😱 The library exploded with silver light. The crack in the sky widened. And beyond reality… The King Beyond Memory finally opened his eyes. 👁️🔥

“Yeah..“ I heard him talk, I got taken aback as I saw a glimpse of sadness in his eyes. What was that? “Come on, they're waiting for us.” He said before walking away which I followed. *** “This is what I’m talking about.. All of us outside a convenience store, sitting on the ground near the beach where you could just hear the waves crashing..” Dara says as she closes her eyes and smiles. Inez took out one of the slices of cake that Dara bought and gave it to me. “Happy birthday, our new friend Hailey..” She said with her classic warm smile. I smiled at her but this time, I could feel my guard letting down. It's less awkward.

*** To be continued. Love you all♡♡♡

Manuel and Lupe were settled on the sofa in the living room, listening keenly to Easton Blaine as he spoke about the situation with Adelina. Jonathan on the other hand, had his palms to his cheek the entire time, paying an equal amount of attention to Blaine spill his prognosis on his fiancée. "I think it is only temporal," he was saying. "I have a prognosis but in light of the scan conducted, Adelina does not have amnesia."

Don't wait for me. Julian clapped once. Sharp. Satisfied. "Good boy, 402. Tonight the Pit stays open late. Special show. Just you, me, and whoever shows up at that gate." He walked away laughing. The guards pulled me out of the mud and pushed me toward the showers. Cold water. Empty stall. Alone. I opened the paper. Viktor's handwriting. Short lines. Not a trace of softness. I'm sorry. Julian has the real recording.

They were posing like statues of ancient warriors, and Lyon was caught in the middle, his anger warring with an undeniable, primal attraction. "I’m not leaving until I get it back," Lyon insisted, though his resolve was melting in the sauna-like temperature. "Enough games," Rafael commanded, stepping toward Lyon. The Alpha’s presence was overwhelming. "If anyone has his device, hand it over." Adrian Knox let out a low chuckle. Still completely bare, he swaggered over to his pile of clothes, bent over—giving Lyon a deliberate view of his powerful physique—and retrieved the phone. He sauntered back, smirking as he handed it over.