Death Note Christmas Novels & Stories

CALLIE "It's Christmas now, dear. You've been out for hours," Charlotte said softly. I blinked rapidly, my head throbbing as I tried to process her words. Christmas? Hours? What was going on? My heart raced. Wait, was I dead. Was this some bizarre version of the afterlife. Or maybe I’d finally lost my mind. "Am I... dreaming?" I murmured, my voice barely audible. “Merry Christmas, Callie!” the entire room chorused, their faces lighting up with smiles.

Matteo surprised me with a personalized bracelet, my name elegantly written in diamonds, prompting Izzy to jokingly speculate about their supposed twin telepathy. Seated and munching on Izzy's baked cookies, my phone chimed with a message from an unknown number. As I opened the message tab, it revealed the text – a number followed by a 'Merry Christmas.' I knew who it was immediately as I began typing back a reply. Me: This is a crap Christmas present. I had higher expectations. His response came almost immediately. Dante: My sincerest apologies if the gift fell short of your expectations. I'll consider seeking inspiration from Saint Nicholas for more fitting choices in the future.

But in the places I couldn't see, a stream of comments flooded the live chat. "OMG! Look who it is! Delicious is here! My white-clad Prince Charming!" "With Delicious here, even a nine-star difficulty level should be a breeze!" "He's so nice. He always helps new players. They're set with him in the team!" I couldn't see the comments. I was just squeezed into the crowd, listening as the young man in white explained the game. From his words, I learned that some people who died unexpectedly were brought into this Death Game. If they managed to clear the level, they could extend their lives in the real world. In other words, this was a second chance at life, granted by God.

Like Akio, Christmas is my favorite time of year, so of course I couldn't resist writing a holiday-themed ending filled with romantic fluff and Christmas decorations and of course Nikolai and Akio had to be the main characters here as I haven’t given them much justice :) … and besides Amir and Alexander have got a precise ending already .. anyways thank you all for sticking with me through and supporting me. —please leave some gems for me—

It was a message with a video attached to it. THE CHRISTMAS BALL IS NEXT. SHALL I LEAVE YOU ANOTHER PRESENT? I sat up and licked my lips as I opened the video. The screen was black at first, but it changed in the next second. There were tall trees, and short, neatly cut grass. The scenery changed and it didn’t take me long to figure out where it was. Groups of people all dressed in black surrounded a white coffin with flowers on top. The camera zoomed in on the coffin and then changed direction. My father was first, followed by Joy, then Betsy, and a few other familiar faces.

Still the perfect phase for necromancy, which flourished in the death of the old moon and the rebirth of the new, a magical tipping point for the delicate work of crossing the line between life, death, and undeath. A line I hadn’t meant to cross tonight. I mean, it was December twenty-third. I wasn’t much for the family holiday bullshit, but even I wouldn’t be crass enough to purposely raise the undead two days before Christmas, not when Nate had gotten so fucking excited about the idea of decorating and cooking and making it a thing. I meant to make hiding upstairs my thing as much as possible, and if anyone suggested I sing, there might be blood. But I could do my small part for goodwill f

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.

"Don't make my mistake, Maya. Don't take him for granted. He's one of the good ones." After she went upstairs, I sat alone in the living room, the Christmas tree lights twinkling, the bookmark in my hand. My phone buzzed. Derek: "Workshop. Now. Everyone's asleep." I stood up, my heart racing. This was it. Our first real moment alone on Christmas. I grabbed my coat and slipped out the back door into the cold night, the bookmark still clutched in my hand like a talisman. Whatever happened in that workshop tonight, I knew one thing for certain.

"My mom picked out this tie for you. Since we're celebrating a joyous day, do you mind wearing it to the venue later?" Jayson took a glance at the tie. It was a black tie with dark red line patterns. The red stood out well against the dark background. He replied flatly, "I'll have my driver send you there." The corners of Nancy's mouth turned up. "Okay." After Nancy left, Colton entered Jayson's office. "Mr. Larkin, we've postponed the rest of your schedule for the day. What time are you planning to depart for the party venue?" He studied Jayson's expression briefly but did not notice anything out of the ordinary. Hence, Colton decided to not bring up the matter about the death anniversary c

I looked at Florence, then at Marigold Collins, and murmured tremblingly, "How could this happen? Mom, didn't you say Mari was Chester's cousin, and she's just staying temporarily at our family home…" Marigold, the woman who had come with Florence, shrank into the corner, avoiding my gaze. She looked helpless as her eyes darted between me and Chester's body on the autopsy table. Holding the child in her arms tightly, she let tears stream silently down her face. For a moment, I stood frozen before finally snapping. I stormed out of the forensic room, ran into a nearby office, and grabbed a water cup from a desk. I hurled it against the wall with a loud crash. I even let out a raw, piercing sc