Death Note One-shot Novels & Stories

The one only Alexander and I knew about. “Alexander?” I whispered. No answer. I stepped forward cautiously. The light from the hallway spilled across the floor, catching something metallic on the desk. A single bullet casing. And beneath it—a folded note. My fingers shook as I unfolded it. > Did you really think the dead stay buried? The world tilted. My knees nearly buckled. Before I could move, a voice cut through the silence. “Hello, Isabella.” It was calm. Smooth. Familiar. I spun around, and my breath caught.

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby

the voice chuckled, “were a pain to get.” “What’s the hell…” I whispered under my breath. The screen blinked again — now showing a faint image of what looked like… a mask? Smiling, expressionless, like a porcelain doll. “You’re probably wondering what this is,” the voice went on, still smug and snaky. “Short answer? You’re all dead. Long answer? Congratulations — you lucky little corpses have been chosen for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” My blood ran cold. “Dead?” I echoed, my voice barely a whisper. I could feel my hands trembling.

For a moment neither of us speaks. The silent realm stretches endlessly around us. Then I realize something. I am still holding his hand. And the tattoos are still calm. My fingers tighten slightly. Kieran notices the same thing at the exact same moment. His gaze lifts slowly back to mine. The realization passes between us without words. The burning never came. And neither of us knows why. But as I stand in this place of truth, holding the hand of Death while his ink stays quiet, I cannot stop thinking about that flicker in the man-shaped figure’s eyes.

Perhaps his illness was making him unusually blunt. "You really don't remember that 'matching profile photo' you misunderstood?" His tone was tinged with helplessness. "You don't even remember your own drawing?" Ariel's frown softened, but she couldn't recall anything. Jayson opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a framed hand-drawn picture. On an A4 sheet, it showed the original copy of Jayson's profile photo, with a small signature—"Ariel"—in the lower right corner, written in neat, elegant script.

She tells us again. The buzzing of my phone in my pocket catches my attention and excuse myself from the room into the hallway. “Mackenzie” I speak into the phone. “Yeah I made my findings already. She should be dead soon” Code 4 said. “What findings did you make?” I ask. “She has a best friend named Angela Sullivan and Angela has got a boyfriend names Ethan. I would have to take those two out of the equation if I wanted to want to get this done and over with” He explains

I am not so good at breaking death news. I went inside the car and sped as fast as I can to where I left that fucker. I didn't know how I even parked the car when I reached. I just went off it and rushed inside. Odd silence welcomed me and like I expected, four dead bodies laid on the ground and the motherfucker was nowhere to be seen. A frustrated sound worked its way free of my throat and I just wanted to break something. How the fuck did he do it? I saw a piece of paper laying over one of the men's lifeless body. I bent down and took it in my hand and read the few words scribbled on it.

Under their reprimands, I walked into the operating room without hesitation. Anesthesia was injected into my body. I could clearly feel the cold blade of the scalpel cutting through me. At the same time, the system's final countdown echoed in my ears. "Five… four… three… two… one…" "Host erasure complete." In my next life, I never want to meet them again.

THE FIRST MOVE The room fell silent. Nobody spoke. Nobody even looked at one another. Five phones. One message. One warning. You survived Phase One. Aurora stared at the screen in her trembling hand. Her own grave. Her own name. Someone had already planned her funeral. Lucien quietly took the phone from her fingers. His expression hardened as he studied the image. “This wasn’t sent to frighten us.” Alexander looked up. “It was sent to prove something.” Victor nodded grimly.

The situation was growing more and more complicated. Patrick's gaze swept across the display rack and landed on a particular specimen. He picked it up and handed it to Mom. "What about this?" My soul grew restless. Finally, they were about to find out. I believed that once Mom realized I was the victim, she would definitely uncover the real culprit. Mom's expression remained stern. "I was just about to bring this up. This is our only real lead so far. The deceased has a scar on the ankle. DNA comparison takes time, but adding this detail will speed up the process."