Death Note One-shot Novels & Stories

Raiken caught my arm. What did you see? Before I could answer, Kiyomi reached into her sleeve. She pulled out a folded strip of black paper. Hayate stared at it. Where did you get that? I do not know. The paper opened by itself. Silver words burned across it. DO NOT TRUST SHIGURE. HE KILLED AYAME THE FIRST TIME. Scene 69: Hidden Messages The paper caught fire in Kiyomi’s hand. She dropped it. Black flame curled across the bridge but did not consume the words.

At the end of the hallway, a figure stood outside one of the rooms. "Where is this?" I asked. "The room." Nessa kept her voice low, even though the diner had emptied out around us. "Where he was found dead." My stomach dropped so fast. I leaned closer, and she tilted the screen so the light from the window stopped bouncing off it. The figure lifted his hand to knock, and I stopped breathing. The ring. Matte black, with that thin silver line cut clean across the top. The camera caught it for less than a second, the same way the first clip had, like the universe kept showing me this exact detail and refusing me everything around it.

(Jonathan Reyes) The snipers that Jonathan Reyes by his side, were already dead, shot straight through his head where he stood with his rifle, and at this moment, Jonathan Reyes finally felt for the first time, death is really close to him, because, like he did to Kennard, right now there’s a red laser dot on his forehead. “[…You will only see me..if I allowed you too..also..remember this…I always returned a favour…I will see you soon….for now..I will only collect the interest….so that you don’t run…I take your leg then……]”.

"Sure..." Alright... what do we have here... hahaha. So this Ryzen dude planted a bomb in the middle of the crowd. Hitoshi has about a hundred men hiding around the central plaza. The man who has showcasing Mr. Wissen has been shot, and Mr. Wissen is the only man alive.... haha... everyone is dead, but... I now have a plan. "I've seen enough, Nori... send me back." "I-I can't send you back like this! You're tearing up!"

Photographs covered the table, autopsy reports, ballistics, fingerprints, nothing useful, until Dante slid another envelope toward me. “This arrived fifteen minutes ago.” “No sender?” He shook his head. I opened it carefully. Inside rested a single sheet of paper, it was completely blank, nothing else was on it, just an empty piece of paper. “Someone mailed us empty paper?” “That’s what I thought.” Dante picked it up and held it toward the light. I was wondering what that was for, then his expression changed. “Wait.” “What?” He walked toward the window. “The paper isn’t blank.”

But, those clothes and shoes looked l-like Luna Amber's…" Matthew's cell phone fell to the floor with a thud once again. This time, it was completely smashed. Matthew collapsed to the floor at the same time he dropped his phone. His much beloved Luna Amber had committed suicide in the icy lake. Not only that, she took their baby with her. Her body sank to the bottom of the lake, and no one could find them no matter how they tried. Alpha Matthew, who loved her so deeply, seemed to have a hard time accepting this reality.

Or what remained of him. The former guard lay sprawled across the concrete floor, dead. A single gunshot wound, directly between the eyes. Professional execution, no struggle, no hesitation, no mercy. Someone had silenced him. Permanent cleanup. Luna crouched beside the body. Examining details, wounds, clothing, positioning, and evidence. Then her eyes landed on something strange. A folded piece of paper. Tucked beneath Caleb’s hand. She carefully removed it, opened it, and read it. And instantly went still.

The night before our SAT, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Suddenly, my phone screen lit up. I received a text from an unknown number. [Tomorrow at 6:30 a.m.. Leaving for the testing center. Your sister disappears.] I stared at the screen, my heart jolting. I did have a twin sister, Molly Young, and we were both scheduled to take the test the next day. But what a pathetic prank. I tossed my phone aside, turned over, and went back to sleep. The next morning, we had barely left the driveway when Molly suddenly cried out beside me. “Oh no, I forgot my admission ticket.” “Dad, pull over! I need to go back and get it.”

Yuna said. It had been ten years since she last called my name in such a soft, pleasant tone. But for Ivan, she could do it again. Was this how deeply they loved him? In that case, I might as well disappear and return them all to him. I stared steadily at the grass below as emotion surged inside me. 'Just jump. If I jump, I can go home.' As I let go of the knife to jump, a gunshot cracked through the air. I looked down to find a hole in my chest, and laughed from the very depths of my heart. The women all panicked. "Leon!"

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.