Death Note One-shot Novels & Stories

“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 ...

Kellan looked at the coffin. “How?” Nobody answered. Because nobody knew. Victor stepped forward. He looked at Morrha's body. Then fired. Once. Twice. Again. The shots echoed. When the gunfire stopped, everyone waited. Nothing. No damage. No reaction. The body remained, exactly as it had been. Sleeping. Untouched. Victor lowered the weapon. For a moment, he simply looked at her. Then he approached. Kellan watched carefully. “Victor.” He ignored him. His hand reached forward.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

It was all too much to bear, and I cried myself to sleep, my cheeks stained with tears. As I opened my eyes, I noticed that it was already dark outside. I felt relieved when I realized that Dante wasn't in the room. I didn't have the energy to face him right now. Instead, I shifted my attention to the television, where I saw a picture of the man who had caused me so much pain. The news headline made my blood run cold: "THE ONLY SON OF MR BENEDICT MORELLO, MORELLI MORELLO SHOT DEAD FEW MINUTES AFTER HE WAS RELEASED."

The screen loaded, and a list of old news articles popped up, the dates flashing across the screen. I scrolled through the articles, my eyes quickly skimming the headlines. Most of them seemed to say the same thing; unresolved, no leads, mysterious circumstances. But then, one article caught my attention, dated a few months after the initial reports. "Case Closed: Female Student Responsible for Brutal Murder of Prestige School's Guard," the title read.

I THOUGHT I WAS PREPARED TO SEE THAT, BUT IT WASN'T THE CASE. I should have seen it coming. It wasn't as shocking as Avy's death, but still. Daisuke Maël Maximillian. The great Prince between the greatest. It was his dagger that killed me. I don't know exactly how it happened. How I got attacked, but it was his dagger and pretty much his doing. But the worst part is: I'll die in two years.

There are only ten minutes left in the college entrance exam when the back door of the classroom bursts open. My best friend, Isaac Powell, kicks it in. He grabs me by the back of my collar, drags me out of the hall, and shoves me into a black SUV idling at the curb. "Are you insane? That was the college entrance exam!" I yell. "Is an exam more important than your life? The students in that room… are probably all dead by now!" Before I can respond, my phone starts buzzing like crazy. Notifications flood the class group chat. "@Trevon, the proctor is looking for you." "@Trevon, did you forget about the party after the test?" "@Trevon, where the hell did you go?" My stomach drops as I

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

The temperature was perfect; even though it had taken me three hours to drive back from the coast, the coffee was still hot. A bone-deep chill shot from the soles of my feet straight up my spine. I grabbed the note. There was only one line written on it, in my own handwriting. "Did blowing through that 900 billion dollars feel good?" On the back was another line. "You never escaped." Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth. "The coffee's poisoned…" So, that beautiful dream life they'd given me was just bait to keep me docile while they finished me off.

“Shoot me... please... shoot me, Boss... please...” Chief Mandolos's jaw locked, his hands behind his back shaking slightly. Matteo closed his eyes briefly, but didn’t move. Annabelle turned her head, trying to stop herself from vomiting. Nina’s face was stone. But her eyes weren’t. They were full. Not of fear. Of something deeper. A shift. She had seen death before at Lorenzo's. But this, this was personal. Then the final act. The third man, unconscious, was nailed to the pole.