Death Note Imagines Novels & Stories

Where did they go? I walked over to the cr. I thought of using cr first because I was already urinating before I could look for them. I was close to the cr when I suddenly stopped walking. A vision of a woman hung herself inside the prison's cr suddenly entered my mind. It was a quick vision so I didn't clearly saw the face of that woman. But I have a hunch that the woman I just saw from my sudden vision is no other Nana Violy. She is the only woman I know who is in jail and no one else.

was a copy of me with my memories and my thought patterns, he was still a separate entity. If he were just an NPC generated by the game, then after getting blown up, he should reset and respawn in the next loop. But what if, in this death-loop game, he was an actual independent life form? What if he were someone like me, another player bound by the same rules? I rolled out of bed, rushed into the living room, and grabbed my phone from the corner. The whole process of my last death was recorded clearly on it. I watched myself die. Because gasoline vapor was actually more flammable than liquid gas, he actually died before I did. And then, after he died, I was burned alive by the gasoline.

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.

Neel thinks. "Who is he?" He asks. "Just my cousin." Ishita says. "I've never seen him." Neel replies. Ishita replies "he died." "I'm so sorry, I did not know." Neel says. Neel does not say anything about his visions to Ishita. But he starts to have a weird imagination. He thinks that maybe they shouldn't have come to this cottage. Maybe this cottage is haunted after all. Maybe the man in his vision is the man in the photo. Ishita's cousin. Maybe he is trying to tell him something, Neel thinks. Maybe he is the ghost and he is trying to warn them through the vision to leave the cottage, Neel thinks. He wants to believe that he is tired so he is having these weird thoughts but his guts tell hi

It’s the usual for Yumeko, focusing more on her phone. Suddenly, Nabi pauses, her gaze locked on the cafeteria’s television, where the big news is being displayed. “Ya, is that not your street? It sounded familiar, I thought I’d ask you about it, I wasn’t sure.” I glance at the television screen with the headline, “Unfortunate sudden encounter with Lucifer heirs, found dead and dumped this morning.” On the screen is a picture of dead Nevan, his eyes were plucked out as if to stop him from seeing something, his neck bone broken, so he’s kept in a terrible posture.

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

A black smoke engulfed the space on the chair beside Death Note and Jackson appeared with a silver coloured Device wrapped around his head and his entire body bounded in chains. "This is him. Where is my cargo?" Death Note asked. Sarraphina snapped her fingers and a guard walked in with a black briefcase. He placed it on the table on between them and walked away. "Check it" She said. Death Note brought the briefcase closer to him and he opened it. In it was a pen. "This is fake" Death Note stated with anger after observing the pen and he broke it after. "What do you expect, you asked for the impossible." Sarraphina replied

“My offer to sign her name in my Death Note still stands.” Eleonor glanced at her with unhidden curiosity. “What's a death note?” “Something I wish existed outside the fantasy world.” I gave them both a wry smile before shifting my gaze to Eleonor. “And if you want to know the details, I'm sure that Joy will gladly lend you her manga collection.” “Sounds interesting.” Eleonor chuckled.

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.

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."