Death Note Christmas Novels & Stories

A drunken skeleton was passed out on the floor, party hat askew. “There are Christmas lights on its ribs...” Samael shrugged: “I loathe holidays,” then kicked its skull. It clattered awake and ambled off. “That's right. Back to your coffin. The danse macabre is over.” “I'm not her.” “Of course you aren't. I haven't guarded you all your life, watching from afar, waiting for you to bloom. I am not the sly serpent of the fields, and you are not my inspiration.”

The downtown area was similar to a lot of the towns Dak had visited recently, looking for the perfect place to start his new endeavor, but there was something slightly different about Christmas Falls, something special he couldn’t quite put his finger on. The Christmas decorations hanging from the lamp posts and strung around the trees were the same white lights, red bows, garland, and cartoony characters as everywhere else, seasonal flowers blooming from the flower beds while banners announced where he was and that he was welcome there, but an excitement seemed to hang in the air that he could only describe as a certain kind of Christmas magic he couldn’t ever remember encountering before.

she glanced at the tv,“... am I right, Hendricks?” “Of course.” He replies.I shifted my gaze to the tv and, I could see Jake. He was being interviewed about the death of Miss Anna .“... I don’t know, but to me, this year’s Christmas will be feeling a lot like the long halloween.”Jake said, with a smirk on his face.I turned around to leave, unable to make sense of everything.“What do these three meant by ‘The Long Halloween’?” I muttered under my breath.TBC

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.

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

She had a TV remote in her hand, having evidently been watching TV. Dexter fixed his gaze on her, then shifted his attention to Chase, saying, "She has been waiting for me." Chase, feeling rather awkward about the situation, merely nodded respectfully toward Eleanor, saying, "Happy New Year, Ms. Sutton." Dexter, without a change in expression, stated, "It's still several days away."

Curiosity piqued, Athena swiftly clicked on the link, eager to uncover the secrets that lay beneath the surface. Her eyes widened as a series of photographs unfolded before her. They depicted the solemn occasion of Daniel Jones' funeral, a somber gathering where respect and grief permeated the air. Among the mourners stood a little boy, clutching tightly onto a woman's hand. It was Nyx, adorned in a tiny black tuxedo, his youthful innocence juxtaposed against the weight of the moment.

The pullover is a perfect fit on chest and arm and only the Let It Snow logo looks in any way out of place. As he moves, James, Richard and Larry unfreeze, donning their joke-wear. All sit, refusing to meet each other's eyes. Finally, Richard says, "Well, at least we know the worst is over." Mitch's mouth twitches and she whips something from her pocket, aiming at him: a small control panel. She squeezes a button and Santa's nose starts flashing in time to the tune of Deck The Halls With Boughs Of Holly... Charlotte and Beth both crease up laughing. Mitch extends the controls again to James and his sweater bleeps out Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer, then Michael's bursts into Frosty The Snowm