Death Note Light Novels & Stories

the Rank 8 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman roared. Lucas smiled faintly. "She's just a Rank 7 Dark Race. So what if I killed her? Why are you so surprised?" Upon hearing Lucas’ words, the Rank 8 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman became exasperated. He roared, "Since you killed her, you guys should die as well!" Subsequently, the Rank 8 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman unseathed the sword that was on his back and rushed toward Lucas and Scarlet.

“Good morning too, Your Excellency. I don’t need something from you, but someone probably does.” My forehead furrowed. "Who?" “Good morning, Death Judge Noble Park! I am Renata Viglianco, known as Revi VI, the strongest captain of Atolon Island. ” A tall woman appeared in my sight. She was wearing a dark green overcoat jacket and black pants. She had a badge on her left shoulder—perhaps it was made of Ruby. Renata Viglianco . . . Her name wasn’t familiar but her face was. To be continued . . .

She was like April sky, sunrise in her eyes Child of light, shining star, fire in her heart Brightest day, melting snow, breaking through the chill October and April He was like frozen sky in October night Darkest cloud, endless storm, raining from his heart Coldest moon, deepest blue, tearing down the spring October and April Like hate and love, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start Like light and dark, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start We were like loaded guns, sacrificed our lives We were like love undone, craving to entwine Fatal touch, final thrill, love was bound to kill October and April (...) The Rasmus ft. Anette Olzon - Oc

When the ball of light condensed, Henry Nelson's soul would return to this world in a short time. Just as Daisy was guessing who could be the murderer, the ball of light that was about to condense successfully suddenly trembled. Under the shocked and angry gazes of Valdis, with a bang, it exploded.

Leaning closer to the salesgirl, she whispered, “I’d like to pay for those shoes as well, please. But please don’t let them know. You can gift the shoes to them after I leave.” The salesgirl’s eyes widened in shock as she accepted the card. “Ma’am, you should know that those shoes cost fifteen thousand dollars.” “It’s alright,” Light replied with a polite smile. “Please gift the girl a pair of shoes as well, and you can deduct the amount from this card later.” “Sure,” the salesgirl stammered, clearly taken aback by Light’s request. Once the transaction was complete, Light walked out of the mall, but her steps were slow, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation.

I should have known he would not have been this overly welcoming. Alpha Ben rushed to my aid but it was to late. The next thing I knew was just darkness all around me.

Niamh, her voice trembling but resolute, whispered, "Let's do it. Together." As our energies converged, a blinding light pierced the chamber. The very air seemed to hum with anticipation. The Weaver screamed in fury, their form disintegrating under the onslaught of our unified strength. But as the light began to fade, the chamber grew eerily silent. The Weaver was nowhere to be seen, and the weight of our actions hung heavily in the air. Just when we thought it was over, a soft, chilling laugh echoed throughout the chamber. The Weaver's voice, though faint, dripped with malice, "This is not the end."

Romano acknowledged them with a nod and a pointed gesture of his hand. Leo, visibly confused and fear etched across his face. In a corridor filled with numerous doors bearing different codes, Mr. Romano entered a specific code, causing a door to swing open. Inside, an array of weapons, including guns and knives, awaited in organized precision. Exiting the weapons room, Mr. Romano entered another code leading to a scene – a man tightly bound with ropes, blood trickling from his mouth, appearing unconscious in a seated position. Leo, seeing the shocking scene, stood there in silence, looking really scared and pale.

With him. Damien looked at me, eyes flickering in the dim light like embers waiting to ignite. “Then we do this together.” He reached into his coat pocket and drew out silver lighter. It gleamed under the moonlight – small, elegant, deadly. Just like the choices we were about to make.

But in the places I couldn't see, a stream of comments flooded the live chat. "OMG! Look who it is! Delicious is here! My white-clad Prince Charming!" "With Delicious here, even a nine-star difficulty level should be a breeze!" "He's so nice. He always helps new players. They're set with him in the team!" I couldn't see the comments. I was just squeezed into the crowd, listening as the young man in white explained the game. From his words, I learned that some people who died unexpectedly were brought into this Death Game. If they managed to clear the level, they could extend their lives in the real world. In other words, this was a second chance at life, granted by God.