Death Note Light Sister Novels & Stories

As she devoured her reward, she watched his head teetering back and forth in amusement. The pride of man knows no bounds, she remarks to herself as she takes in his state. “Rotten to the core!” Dark sister chuckles as she lazily laps up the remaining blood from her hand before turning to walk away. Kane’s body remained posted as he had died. His head was slowing in movement, still lingering by a strained piece of flesh from the back of his neck. Dark sister paused her steps in disappointment. Slowly, she turned around and snapped her fingers. The head snapped free, dropping to the ground and rolling across the scattered leaves, resting two feet from Kane's headless, pinned body.

Still, this exact change means nothing but trouble. A malicious smile founds its way toward my sister's face. Only then I started to feel that her threads were real. She was serious about killing me. She raises both her hands up while not stopping her mouth from chanting her actual weird words. Did I tell you about the enormous amount of lights escaping out between her fingers? The lights switch to fire between her hands, and when she was sure that I'm in her view, she launched out the fire toward me. I used my super-speed to run from the fire that was aimed toward me, and when I was sure that I made it alive, it was my turn to turn back the favor.

He said to Linda and they both went towards the bushes and teleported out of the premises. "I never thought that you would actually die in my hands, just like his previous Luna did but the only difference is that you killed my sister and she did not witness this moment again. You know you look very much like his last mate only that you are a witch and that one is a cursed wolf," She said and laughed out loud like a menace.

The cameras showed nothing but empty shadows. Olivia sat on the couch, body shaking. “She’s dead,” I whispered, more to myself than to him. “She’s dead.” Leonardo knelt beside me, his face pale. “I don’t know what that was. But we’ll figure it out.” The phone on the coffee table buzzed. We both stared at it. The screen lit up with a message from an unknown number. “You killed the sister. Now meet the family.” Leonardo picked up the phone and threw it across the room, shattering it against the wall.

But as the group prepared to move forward, a figure emerged from the shadows, a young woman with eyes identical to Lena’s. “Hello, sister,” the woman said, her smile cold and calculating. Lena’s breath caught. “Sister?” The woman’s gaze flicked to the mark on Lena’s chest. “You’re not the only one who carries the light. And you’re not the only one who’s been cursed.”

“A job labeled ‘Project Seraph.’ There’s no official description—just coordinates, coded transfers, and three names: Nikolai Volkov, Sergei Antonov, and… Isabella De Luca.” Nikolai stood behind me, silent, gripping the chair tightly. “Open it,” he urged. I hesitated, then flipped to the first page. Inside were photos, timestamps, surveillance reports—all dating back nearly five years. The first image hit me like a punch. My sister was sitting in a car next to Nikolai, smiling at something just out of frame. The timestamp matched the day she was supposed to have died. “She looks alive,” I whispered. “She was,” Marco responded quietly. “The official report said she died in a car accident that

I believed her and let her into my room. And she used poisonous gas to kill me. "Lyra, I should actually thank you. If it weren't for you, I might never have grown up." After saying that, I took Kane's hand and left. … Later, I heard that in the dungeon, my sister angered Lex and was bitten to death by him. The servants said that when she died, she was smiling. She said, "Thalia, just you wait. In the next life, I'll be even stronger than you."

If I tried killing them with my bare hands, Salem would probably pummel me to death. He grunted, his body tensing as it always did when he climaxed. The Sister beneath him let out a warped, inhuman scream. She arched her back, her pitch-black eyes wide open, her deformed breasts thrown out. Then she fell backwards again, her expression hollow. She did not move again. Salem became still, his eyes widening. “She’s . . . dead?” His voice was hollow. “A necessary price for the transfer of power,” said the Sister to his right. She licked his ear.

“Oh, so you go way back. No wonder you’re defending him. Maybe there was already something going on between you two. Were you already involved before he married my sister?” I could not hold back anymore. I stepped forward and slapped her, then sneered. “There was already something going on? What happened between your sister and me is none of your business. Who do you think you are? Yesterday, Wendy came to me in a dream. She said she was sorry and told me to find someone better. She also said you are ungrateful and told me to stay away from you.” “That is impossible! That is all fake!” Her face turned pale, but with every sentence I invoked the dead, she had no way to argue.

This is not how things were supposed to be. As I watch the funeral procession go by --my father, mother, and I, along with the beta family, must stand at the entrance as guests move from the temple to the burial grounds-- I catch a glimpse of Stephanie’s younger sister, Lily. She is standing next to her mother. She looks both sad and innocent, which causes the anger in my body to rise even more. That little brat is the reason that Stephanie is dead. ***FLASHBACK TO LAST NIGHT***