Death Note Light As A Shinigami Novels & Stories

I screamed. I thrust the purified energy back into him. Zayden’s eyes didn't just glow; they erupted. A halo of white-hot fire surrounded him, his fur turning a brilliant, metallic charcoal. He grabbed the moonlight blade with his bare hand and shattered it like glass. With a final, earth-shaking howl, Zayden lunged. He didn't just strike the Hollow; he obliterated it. A pulse of pure Alpha light disintegrated the shadow-puppet, leaving nothing but a pile of grey ash and the lingering scent of ozone.

I urged. "I can't discuss it without Alpha Damon present," Hilda insisted. "Could you fetch Damon for us, Julie?" I asked. Julie nodded and left to find Damon. "Now that Damon is here, please tell us," I urged, my heart racing with anticipation and worry. "Alpha Damon, it appears she is special. I mean, she's like a Light Selene, blessed by the Moon Goddess with the power to resurrect the dead. There are only two types of such individuals. One is the Light Selene, who can bring the dead back, and the resurrected will return with their true nature intact. The second is the Dark Selene, who also brings souls back, but those resurrected may act out of character, as if under a dark influence," H

My inevitability as a fucking bitch in heat, I’ll meet it head on. With the only person I can’t hurt, and the only soul I believe is incapable of hurting me. Physically at least. “Do you have a fucking death wish?” The feral snarl comes with those scented and glittered plumes of smoke. The arc of every cell when I land on him. “Not even Sani can defy Lunamin,” I remind the Yoshin, after toppling through his window utterly blitzed between rain, alcohol, and grief. “Are you drunk?” Sai howls, furls, curls and hisses. Fighting the instant spike of our connection.

Nyra and Selene turned to leave, shoulders touching in unity, but a soft rustle made them pause. Ember opened her silver-eyed gaze ;, she smiled sleepily, then closed her lids. Ashen shifted, her obsidian eyes fluttered open, just a slit. Nyra froze, her breath caught. Ashen sat up, small hand reaching toward the window’s last golden glow. She whispered, voice faint but chilling : “Mother…” Selene spun, Nyra’s heart thundered. Ashen’s lips curved in that same terrible smile. Her single heartbeat echoed… “I am Death.”

The wind is starting to die down, but they are forming a concentrated ball of darkness in the middle of the compound. Their screaming stops, and they start laughing with menace before speaking in whispers to us all. "Your light. Shadows are external, so you left us no choice. The light must die, and we will rise again in the next generation". The ball turns into a spear and heads straight to Lewana's chest, entering her body and knocking her to the ground. I scramble across the ground to her side and pick her up in my arms. "No. No. Come on, baby, stay with me".

He said in a hollow and baritone voice likewise came out from a pit. “Good evening!” simultaneous replies. Even though our voices are shaking with cold and fear we tried to talk to him to know what exactly his intention and who is he. “I am a Shinigami or what do you call in folklore? A god of death. I am your driver from this ride.” “Whoa!!! Like in death note? Amazing man!!!! Haha,” one of the two guys, Travis the taller man said while happily amazed by the thought.

Shinigami lean against Soul Ripper's spear calmly as he sticks his hand through the mouth of his helmet to wipe his face. " Rushing in blind also costs your life." Shinigami teased Soul Ripper as he touched Soul Ripper's helmet playfully. Soul Ripper was immediately annoyed and pulled out his spear for another attack. He misses again by just a bit. Which made him pissed and launched attacks like there was no tomorrow. Shinigami was calmly dodging every attack and kept a distance between himself and Soul Ripper. Shinigami look like he was having a stroll in the park as Soul Ripper launched attack after attack. The spear finally broke into two from the impact of missed shots hitting the audien

"The deadlift hit his chest. I thought whoever was doing that wanted to hurt him but he had other intentions. To kill him. Henshaw was still alive when he sucked out his light," "Light?" I couldn't help but interrupt her. She nodded. "I don't know but it came out of his chest, his eyes, mouth— every fucking open pathway in his body. He couldn't even scream or cry out because he was already weak from the impact of the deadlift on his chest. And I just stood there, watching in horror, unable to move because I didn't want to die too," "Light," Leah muttered and turned to me. "Isn't that like his soul? The light whoever that was was sucking off?"

I direct a side glare to the dolt I have for a driver and he looks away immediately, his jaw clenched and his eyes fixed on the road. The gates to my pack are opened and I look at the insignia. A plant cast in silver. Nightshade. The stuff of legend. Even more potent than silver if administered in the right amount. The Nightshade pack is deadly. I am deadly. Yet a woman escaped my grasp and the grasp of my pack. Quinn Alucard looks at me with wary eyes when we get down from the car but I ignore her. Her and the child in her hands. “Hunterrrr!”