Death Note One-shot Novels & Stories

And the night, the night keeps us in the shadows especially those ones who haven't good relationships with whiches. Why doesn't she go home? My eyes landed from sunset to her and my eyes widened she was looking straight at me for the first time. How I missed the fact that she was looking at me and not I to her. Shit, this isn't good. I crossed my hand and took them comfortably on my chest, pretending that she doesn't affect me, I looked at her coldly. Mostly for humans were enough the cold and angry gaze and they avoided us but not her. She was still looking until I couldn't help and raise my eyebrow she just blushed and lowered her gaze. It was interesting her reaction was interesting. I co

I expected a congratulatory note or perhaps another smug text from anyone. I tapped the screen. A single notification sat there, bold against the glowing background. No name. No number. Just four words that made the floor feel like it was tilting beneath my heels. You’re dead!!!! My fingers began to tremble. I stared at the message, waiting for the letters to change, for it to be a joke or a mistake. They stayed. The exclamation points looked like blades.

Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

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.

Then suddenly— A gunshot rang through the room. Everyone froze. Freddie's body jerked. Blood appeared on his chest. His eyes widened. And he collapsed. "Maddie, stay back!" Camden shouted. Kenzo immediately ran toward the window. But before anyone could move... The shooter was already gone. And beside Freddie's fallen body... Was a small piece of paper. Kenzo picked it up. His face changed. "What is it?" Camden asked. Kenzo slowly turned. "It's a message." He handed it over.

The bodies of his own men lay scattered across the floor, and heavy steel doors had been blown open from the inside. On the final camera feed, the Chairman stumbled into view. Blood covered his chest. He looked directly into the security lens, using his last ounce of strength to whisper three words: > *"She found me..."*> **BANG!** A single gunshot echoed through the speakers, and the screen instantly cut to static. Signal lost. Lorenzo stared at the blank monitor. If the Chairman was dead, then the one person who knew the complete truth had just been permanently silenced. At that exact moment, a small envelope slid quietly beneath the monastery's heavy front door. Matteo cautiously picked i

Zane sat across the room, unspoken-for but not dismissed. “The cameras were cut for exactly three minutes,” Andrei said. “How many people can do that?” Zane asked. Andrei didn’t answer. Instead, he turned slowly. “The guard’s throat was slit. Clean. No hesitation.” “So not just a message,” Zane said. “An execution?” Andrei looked at him for a long time. But he said nothing. Zane looked away. What was happening? He thought. Because he wasn’t sure anymore. That night, a note appeared beneath Zane’s pillow.

Locked. He kicks it open. The office inside is small and cold. A single desk. Filing cabinets pushed against the wall. One chair pulled back like someone stood up in a hurry. A laptop sits open on the desk. The screen glows white in the dim room. Dan is dead. The message fills the screen. No timestamp. No sender. Just the same announcement he has already received, displayed like a challenge. His jaw tightens. “I knew you’d come.” The voice comes from behind him.

I typed, "but my identity has been captured by you already. If anything bad happens, I'll drag you to the grave with me." Zero-One's response was swift and unexpected. He sent a graduation photo of a group of elementary school students, among whom he claimed to be one. It was a shocking revelation, one that sent a shiver down my spine, for within that innocent image, I discovered a hidden connection. There, amidst the sea of youthful faces, was a photograph of my sister and me—proof that our lives had been intertwined in ways we had never fathomed. With a single sentence, Zero-One shattered my doubts, instilling a sense of trust that transcended the barriers of this clandestine world. "I wan