Death Note Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

Melody looked at Zach dotingly like a woman in love. Zach sure had his way with words. He could easily console Melody with just a few words. I did not listen to the rest of their conversation. My mind was only engrossed in one thing. No wonder Brandon did not like me—he was Melody's husband. I had to give it to Melody. She had an affair right under Brandon's nose, even when they worked together. I wondered what had happened to Brandon after my death in my past life. Then, an idea came to me. I was delighted.

What is written inside it? She did not sleep. She sat at her small desk with her laptop open and the cursor blinking in an empty search bar and thought about where you even begin when what you are looking for has no name and no shape and the only person who knows anything about it is a girl who tried to kill you four hours ago. She typed: dark journal occult. Deleted it. Typed: ancient journals with hidden locations. Deleted that too. She pushed back from the desk and pressed her palms flat on her knees and stared at the ceiling.

What he did say about it being something to help someone one day wasn't a lie, not really. "But Will is... " Felicia pulled away. What Luke was talking about wasn't possible, was it? Felicia had grown up a devoted Catholic, even to suggest such a thing was. But the look on her lover's face, the tears that stained his cheeks, hurt her just as much. She wonders about her sister. If it had been Victoria, it could easily have been. The apartment was right next door. ….. And she was there in her sister's apartment when it happened. An ice-cold feeling clutched around Felicia's heart for the first time. She had been next door. That man that broke in and killed William …. It could have been her. Lu

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

Dreygur got out of his car and slowly followed the niece. Sumire who received a gift from her uncle Chadwick wanted to pray at the shrine of Death and wish her life to end without killing herself. But her prayer was interrupted when she found a godlike man wearing an expensive all-black suit napping while his book was placed on his belly, wearing round black glasses. Sumire was hypnotized and approached closer to the long table of the shrine where the man was silently sleeping. She climbed up and sat next to his head and stared at him for a long time. Sumire unconsciously leaned and kissed the man on the lips. At the top of the man, she stole something from the shrine, bringing the bizarre p

Chapters, plot twists and character deaths. One piece of paper hit the window frame in front of Maya. She read the words that were written in black ink. It said Chapter 87: The Death of Maya Benson. Mayas heart stopped beating. She looked at her hands and they were turning into paper. Her skin was becoming white and black ink was starting to crawl up her arms like veins. The child whispered to Maya "The Author is bored of this story Maya. He is starting the one.. In the next story there is no room for Maya Benson."

Behind the card there was a number and Jonathan's initials. I compared the signature and understood that the notebook had been his at some point. That could only be a terrible joke. A very ugly game. But I found myself flipping through the pages, trying to find Suzane's name. Maybe that was Jonathan's Death Note, his little reckoning notebook. But only Hunter was a well-known name for me. All the others were mere whimsical handwriting. I started thinking about the possibilities for that notebook to exist. If it were a list of traitors, then it would make sense for Hunter to be on it.

He wore a dark hooded sweatshirt with the hood pulled low, and his face was hidden. He raised a hand and made a gesture of pressing his index finger to his lips. "Shh." Then he turned and disappeared deeper into the darkness. I stood there, still holding the box. Distant music drifted over from the bar, as if it belonged to another world. A new message arrived. Just two words: "Lily Grant." Was she the next person to die? I stood outside Lily Grant’s villa. The passcode was 1129, my birthday. The door unlocked.

‎One wrong move and your head might be gifting space in all it's bloodied glory while you watch in high spirits. ‎However, it all added to my plan. I wasn't bought on the lie that my parents were different from how I remembered them to be. They must've killed them for nothing and decided to paint a picture to the public. I was going to get them back for it. Using the leader of Veil, I will hunt down everyone involved in their deaths. Then I'll kill Kiean and his brothers. If I play along, no one would suspect a thing. Death picked the wrong test subject to mess with.

I would catch traces of scents that weren’t really there, and find myself murmuring apologies to empty rooms. She never answered. I used every connection I still had to investigate the so called “revenge” happened in the banquet that year. The evidence was laughably crude. There had never been any vampire acting on Elena’s orders to attack Sylvia. As I stared at the proof, I felt real cold for the first time. How could I have believed it? How could I not even ask her a single question, and instead push her to the opposite side with my own hands. When I found Sylvia, she was already clinging to a new protector, smiling carefully.