Death Note Light Novels & Stories

“Get away from her! You’ve got what you wanted, now release my mate.” “Still so emotional,” Death chuckled, but I felt my body suddenly relax, as if I had been let go of by some invisible force. “Enough,” I said sharply, turning to face them both, putting my back to the door. “If you want our help, stop trying to piss him off.” Death’s gaze slid back to me slowly. “I don’t need him, My Light. I only need you. He is disposable now. But for you,” he said smoothly, “I’ll behave.”

"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?"

he explains to me and I laugh. Carefully, Light gets into the balcony and looks for a place to capture their picture. I notice him clicking some photos and to be honest, I don't want to see them. There is a devilish smirk on his face when he returns. “Your bitch and her dog was so busy in fucking themselve that they did not realised i shoot them pictures.” “That doesn’t sound good to hear!” I press my lips in a flat line. “Have a look!” He passed me the camera.

Back then, Lucas had said with a laugh, "Like anything would happen. Don't let her intrude on our private time." Still, out of politeness, I had exchanged numbers with her in the end. After a moment's hesitation, I tapped the message open. In the video, Serena was wearing a striking red dress. The straps were barely clinging to her shoulders. Her posture was seductive, and her face glowed with a smug smile. Standing beside her was Lucas. His coat was off, and his tie hung loosely around his neck. Several buttons on his shirt were undone, revealing his collarbone. His eyes were half-closed. He looked tired, yet completely at ease.

Even his soul was gone. In a flash, a Quasi Acmean was killed without a chance of resisting. The scene shocked many living beings. The living beings around the abyss quickly stepped back to safety. “Be careful.” “It’s the Light of Acme. I can sense the strong power. The Light of Acme is known as the Light of Death and the Light of Destruction. If it touches someone, the person will die.” “Besides, this is the Light of the Caelum Acme Rank. Even a true Acmean would die if the light touches him, let alone us.”

yells Selina, demanding an explanation from him. Giggles~ "Do I have to make it simpler, Miss Hayes?" Light seems to enjoy Selina's state of mind. "It was I who killed the Owner of Black Circle, Jason Hayes. That was a great fight to remember." Selina's rational judgment has clouded by Light's provocation about Jason's death. "I KILL YOU!" With no strategy prepared in mind, Selina just rushes in at Light. "Nope, try again, Miss Hayes." Light dodges the first attack like he was playing with Selina. He does realize that Selina’s current state is no different from wild dogs at the moment.

Wilbur noticed that the man was in a white suit and had a white briefcase as well. They were dressed similarly in black and white, which seemed to suggest some sort of special relationship between them. The suit guy smirked and replied, "That's a great question. I can tell you that we're assassins from Greensource Corp. We were partners. I am Light, and he is Shadow. Alright, that's all the hints I can give you. So, now, make your choice." "Light?" Wilbur looked at Light and fell into deep thought. He thought, 'Isn't the power of light and the power of destruction different from each other? Is it possible that the power of destruction is able to override the power of light?'

Light choked on her words and I quickly moved to soothe her back. She rested her head on my shoulder and said, "I'm truly sorry." I smiled and said, "It's okay. You don't need to apologize—" I felt something sharp dig in to my stomach. It was unlike the feeling of last time. This time, the pain of being stabbed was excruciating. I looked down to see the Morati knife inside me and Light's hand around the knife's handle. I lifted my head to look at Light. There was a proud smile on her face as she said, "Long live the real humans and death to monster supporters."

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.

Layla Death is cold and empty. It’s silent. It’s lonely. I feel weightless, like I’m being carried. But there’s no sound, no feeling in my body. Just a faint, flashing light. Everyone talks about seeing a light at the end of the tunnel. Follow the light--into death. Whenever people talk of the light they follow into heaven—or in my case, it’s probably hell—I always imagined it would be bright white. Not flashing red and blue like this light.