Death Note One-shot Novels & Stories

They had just turned on the lights on their phones, but in the next second, the incandescent light above their heads lit up. “F*ck. It’s back on again.” “F*ck. I’ve really had enough of this place.” “Look, the Death Inquisitor has been here before.” Their gazes suddenly became sharp. On the table beside them, there was a black card with five large blood-red words on it. — Death Notice! Subject: Adolf (one-eyed man) Crime: murder Execution Date: May 6, 2021 Executioner: Death Judge — Death Notice! Subject: Warner (bearded man)

Spark Written by Victor Olusa Episode 23 . . Death Note laid on the roof of a nearby skyscraper with a long range sniper in his hands, his right index finger on the trigger and the other hand supporting the heavy gun. He smirked as he watched through the lens, the way the copy of him got shot on the head by Tom and his body was dragged out. "I knew you will eliminate me" Death Note said and pulled the trigger, and the bullet left the Gun mouth and headed so fast and broke through the glass of the skyscraper and it hit Tom on his side head.

I moved toward the bedside table, intending to set the small envelopes down, when something made me pause. One envelope stood out from the rest. It was black. Not dark brown, not aged parchment—but deep, unsettling black, smooth and matte, with silver initials embossed neatly at the center. AAA. The sight of it sent a chill racing down my spine. The letters felt horrifyingly familiar; were those…my initials? My fingers trembled as I slipped the small envelope open. The paper inside was stark white, the words written in clean, deliberate ink. You’re dead. The room seemed to tilt around me.

TRIGGER WARNING: CHAPTER CONTAINS CONTENT THAT MAY BE UNPLEASANT TO SOME READERS; SUICIDE. VIEWER’S DISCRETION IS ADVISED. It was silent. Dead silent. No one moved, and it seemed everyone was holding their breath. Out of shock, Leonardo let go of her collar, and Natasha dropped to the ground, blood gushing out from her chest and mouth. Within seconds, she was dead. Seconds. The silence grew so thick that you could hear everyone’s heart racing. And then it was broken by a small, shaky voice, “I’m sorry.”

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

Next Morning, in his shoe locker, Kimura found a thick envelope marked CONFIDENTIAL – DUE DILIGENCE REPORT. Subject: Asset Re-Evaluation of Takuto Kimura Core Strength: Mathematics Proficiency (★★★☆) Risk Factor: Suspected “Past Life Memory Retention” (Value downgraded by 50%) Discovery: Possible unresolved karmic debt with majority shareholder Misaki Kanzaki Attached to the final page— A black-and-white photo of Kimura’s funeral from his past life. In the corner stood a young girl in black, holding a flower. Kimura’s hand trembled. “That’s… Misaki?!”

The locals would perform a rite and kill her before she would even have time to explain that it was the devil that had taken over her. Something drew her eyes to the window. It was the shadowless person. She stood there, a silhouette, but Annabel could almost see her smiling. She felt, more than saw it. “You! You did this!” Annabel shouted. The figure shrugged. The banging on the door increased. The door was wooden, and though both bolts were engaged, Annabel could tell that consistent pounding would push the door down. Come with me It was in her head; it was all in her head. Annabel closed her eyes and tried to wish what she faced away, but when she opened her eyes, her gaze was still met

“Well, it’s about this guy who finds this notebook on the ground. It turns out that any name he writes in that book that person will die. But it only works if he pictures the person’s face in his mind while he writes it. After he writes the name then he has a few seconds to change the time and manner of death. It’s really good cause the guy vows to only kill the evil people in the world to make it a better place. However, this other guy is trying to figure out who he is and how he keeps killing people. It's like a giant game of cat and mouse.” Huh, that does sound interesting. “Wow, that does sound good.” I agree. Samantha gets up and walks over to her bookcase. She pulls a dvd boxed set and

His eyes fix on me a few seconds longer than I'm comfortable with but finally, he turns away and scribbles on his notebook. “Does this whole scenario seem familiar, Luna?”. Again, I find myself swallowing subconsciously. I can't help it, I'm so nervous that my throat is dry to the point of cracking. “What are you talking about?”. The female detective….Jade she called herself had literally not taken her eyes off me since the beginning of this meeting. I'm not sure who's more unnerving, she or her colleague. “The whole scenario where someone dies after an altercation of some sort with you”. Oh….so that's what he means. I sit up straighter on my seat, cocking my head at angle.

“Hello, yeah, I’m still outside. I’ll be back soon. “ the mans calm voice was getting farther and farther away, until it disappeared completely. Ten minutes later, the door was pushed open. A person walked in. It was the expressionless Anne. She saw the assassin lying in a pool of blood on the ground. She was not surprised that the man was dead. He could shoot, but nothing else. It was a normal for him to die like that. Anne stared at the corpse for a few seconds and began to check the place. An hour later, she found no traces of evidence. It was too clean. Anne sighed. She took out her phone and looked at the phone number she had dialled just moment ago. It was Rodulf ...