Death Note Christmas Novels & Stories

The Christmas lights twinkled through the frosted window of my apartment, casting a warm glow over the living room. I'd just finished wrapping presents for my family get-together tomorrow, but the chill in the air made me pull my robe tighter. A soft knock echoed from the door, unexpected this late. I glanced at the clock, midnight on Christmas Eve. Who the hell? "Who's there?" I called, my voice steady despite the flutter in my stomach. I'd felt watched lately, shadows lingering outside my window, notes slipped under my door. It thrilled me in a twisted way, especially since the fantasies that plagued my nights starred someone forbidden: my stepbrother, Alex.

"You got it as well?" "Indeed!" Them three accepted out their passing notification as they talked. - Demise Notice! Subject: Bronte Wrongdoing: tormenting, murder Agent: Death Judge Execution Date: April 15, 2021 - Demise Notice! Subject: Chris Wrongdoing: tormenting, murder Agent: Death Judge Execution Date: April 15, 2021 - Demise Notice! Subject: Grant Wrongdoing: tormenting, murder Agent: Death Judge Execution Date: April 15, 2021

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

Noel leaned his back against the top of the chair then looked around, "looks like everyone is going to have a nice Christmas, Nick." Nicholas looked at Noel, before he finally stood up. Tightening his coat, the man who had earned the title of 'Chief' said, "We'd better get out of here before your feelings get mellow, and the atmosphere between us turns into an 80s telenovela romance drama." As Noel got out of his chair, he pulled on a brown coat that was almost the same color as Nicholas'. "You're ruining my mood for coffee, Nick." "It's not me, it's Jason. Just blame him, blame Jason, why did he die in the days leading up to Christmas," Nicholas said, then walked away with a laugh that echo

I really should’ve stayed home with hot chocolate. My voice breaks. “Noelle… what did you do?” She blinks, as if the question embarrasses her. “Elora, sweetie… you weren’t supposed to see this part yet.” “This part?” I repeat. “Is there a schedule for when you commit attempted murder?” Noelle sighs like I’m being dramatic. “You always take things so personally.” Behind us, the Christmas lights flicker violently, like they’re warning us—or celebrating us. I can’t tell anymore.

Olivia was hurrying to leave, but she suddenly paused in her tracks. As she listened to the exploding sound far away, she felt like her feet were frozen; she couldn't move. It was the sound of a small bomb instead of a gunshot. Even if they had noticed Undecim, why would they attack him with bombs? There was only one answer: the chip in the ring had a self-destruction program. However, this information was not in the documents they received. Was Undecim killed by the explosion?

_Aria's POV_ I looked at the calendar on the wall. The date looked back at me and my stomach tightened. The dreaded day would come soon. It was the twenty-fourth of December today and the memory still sat fresh in my throat. I could taste it like old blood. I could see the lights and hear the sirens. I remembered what happened three years ago. I remembered everything. I had been looking for scissors to open the Christmas presents when I noticed the black file lying in the corner of the sofa. It did not belong there. The living room was too neat for loose papers. I frowned and set the wrapping aside.

‎‎I watched him intently, trying to understand the meaning behind his action but it wasn't until he walked away that I carefully obliged, and not because I wanted to but because my legs were indeed starting to hurt and I, myself, hadn't noticed. ‎"Is this what you people do before you kill someone off? Gentle care before a quick execution? Die-with-the-feeling-that-you-were-cared-for-before-your-last-breath kind of thing?" ‎Those were the words that laced my lips instead of a thank you. My bones were tensed but I couldn't let down my guard around either of them. ‎Kael let out an amused chuckle but as Kiean stood to his feet, the laughter faded into a cough.

It's a soft kiss but one that is promising her that nothing ends tonight. This is the beginning of something new. "Merry Christmas Ghost." 'Merry Christmas babe." END OF VOLUME FOUR

Line after line of text streamed across my vision. My jaw dropped. Thinking my eyes were deceiving me, I rubbed them hard several times. The comments stayed right where they were, stubbornly refusing to vanish. More warnings continued to flood in. "It's over! Jess is almost home! She's walking straight into the trap!" "Jess, your husband is going to find an excuse to leave you alone with Marianne so he can frame you! Whatever you do, don't go inside!" "At exactly 7:10 pm, Marianne will fall to her death. They're setting you up to shoulder the blame for her murder."