Death Note Light Novels & Stories

The darkness hunter left right after giving me this ring and I have this dream again but this blue green light was more alive this time. "The era of the new hero has risen within the zodiac sign, you did the one thing that the fallen in the past didn't do and it will change the bond with the darkness hunter now. You and the many before you, will be the only one who will forget and listen to the darkness hunter for their action beside looking at the thing they did. This will be a big part in the war and let's just hope that it will do good later on." this light woke me up from my nap and I saw food near me, with a note on it.

JACOB “G-Guys… Bright Light… is online.” I GOT UP from Red’s chair in alarm and rushed to Team MM’s space. “WHAT?!” The Club President just said that Bright Light is Luciano’s gamer name! How could he be online when he’s lying dead in our clubroom’s doorway with Chief Velasquez? The gamer with a red forehead band pointed at his monitor with shaking hands. “He’s online!” “That can’t be! He’s dead!” I exclaimed but when my gaze landed on where he was pointing at, I found Bright Light on the list of online players.

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

The leading Death Lord said with his mind "She knows some secrets that must be eradicated!" "Oh~~~ look she's pretty too, be my undead *** after you die, jie jie" the death lord sized up Lilith "Dark Space!" A long black light emanated from the Death Lord, and the originally bright meeting place instantly became pitch black. There was a flurry of gasps from the stage, wondering what the hell was going on. "Kill!" With Char's command, the two undead creatures, with rolling black aura, kept closing in on Lilith. "Darkness? Well, let's dispel it with light!"

The air smelled faintly of paper and coffee as I walked down the hallway, the lights above flickered slightly. I spotted Mr. Lucky speaking to Detective Anders near a file-stacked desk. When he saw me, he straightened immediately. “Enzo,” he called. “We’ve been waiting for you.” “Can I take a look at the lighter,” I said, my tone cold. Detective Anders nodded and gestured for me to follow. “Yes, Mr Vitale. This way.” We walked down a narrow corridor until we entered the evidence room. The detective stopped near a metal table and lifted a transparent plastic bag. Inside was a sleek metallic lighter, with an engraved crest on the side.

Alas, no matter how gently I tried, the doll was beyond repair. It was not until the next day, when Rebecca walked by my room, that I started to snap out of it. I picked myself up off the floor. I had someone clear out the room. Silently, I moved to the desk, my eyes landing on the dusty family portrait. There they were, Rebecca and Nash. Her smile was so bright that it hurt to look at. Outside, the sky was a menacing shade of gray. I set the photo on fire with a lighter, and I watched in silence as it turned to ash.

He makes a trail leading to the door. Drakon pulls out his lighter. The silver Zippo. He hands it to me. "Your honors," he says. I take the lighter. It’s warm. I look at Nikos one last time. A heap of black leather and betrayal. "Goodbye, Nikos," I whisper. I strike the flint. The flame dances. I drop it. WHOOSH. The diesel catches. A line of blue and orange fire races across the floor. It hits the body. The flames roar up, consuming the Reaper cut, consuming the lie.

Somewhere between silence and memory, we got lost. Then the lights flickered. Once. Then died. Just like that, the hallway dropped into shadow. Just like that. Dark. I stopped breathing for a second. Damian didn’t. He pulled open a drawer. Matches. A few thick white candles. He lit one, the tiny flame shaking before it caught. Then another. The light it cast wasn’t steady, it danced. It flickered across his jaw, the scar under his eye, the tired set of his shoulders. He looked older in candlelight. Not worn. Just real.

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.

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.