Death Note One-shot Novels & Stories

She doesn’t want to lie but she definitely and absolutely doesn’t want to admit that she is still bothered by it. From: Death Note L Don’t think about it. Sleep now. Good night. See you tomorrow. :) Patrice smiled unconsciously. Just the thought of seeing L tomorrow is making her giddy. *Good night, Death Note.* She thought as she turned the lights off.

I tell him meekly as I feel my fear closing in on me again, while under his gaze. His hand grips my jaw tightly as he makes me loom up at his tall figure, "To you, I'm Death. Don't ask questions," "OK-" my door suddenly opened and he was gone as Mika entered the house She saw my dad as he lay dead in a pool of blood before looking at me. I was stunned, so stunned. What had just happened within the last 15 minutes of my life? "Oh shit, Gabi," she pulled me into a tight hug as she pets my hair as my face was squished in her chest, "You can stay with me- wait, you're not crying," she pulls my head back up

Her fingers froze over the keyboard. Then— Her phone vibrated. A new anonymous message appeared on screen. This time with a single sentence. Stop looking into the dead. Estella’s blood ran cold. But before she could react— Another message arrived. This one attached with a photograph. A blurry photo. Taken tonight. From outside her apartment building. And inside the picture— Was Aizen. Standing on his balcony. Watching her window.

My hand passed through her shoulder as I tried to help her up. My fingers went through her body. I couldn’t touch anything. I stood at the basement door, watching all of this. Though I was already dead and shouldn’t feel anything anymore, it still felt like my heart was sinking. Bella pushed her way through the crowd. When she saw my body, she froze. The light in her eyes shattered at once. Her lips moved, saying something inaudible. Then tears fell, one after another, onto the hay. “Clara…” She kneeled and reached out to touch my face, but her hand stopped in midair, shaking badly.

The last thing she saw before darkness swallowed her was Vera’s shadow bending over her. When Donatella came to, the cold bite of metal was in her hand. Her fingers were wrapped around the knife—still slick with blood. She was lying on top of the Pakhan’s body, her dress soaked in crimson. Vera crouched beside her, whispering in a mockery of gratitude. “Thank you for coming to my aid… murderer.” A dark laugh slipped from her lips as she pulled out her phone, snapping a photo. Her fingers danced across the screen, sending it to Nikolai with a message:

The gift box was still sitting on my dresser, exactly where I'd left it weeks ago. Open it alone, Elena had said. After thirty days. The thirty days had passed. The countdown she'd given me had reached zero. My hands shook as I untied the ribbon. Inside was a single sheet of paper, folded neatly. Official-looking. Stamped with a seal I didn't recognize. I unfolded it. DEATH NOTICE Elena will completely disappear from this world on Day Zero of her countdown. The Soul-Severing Ritual has been scheduled and confirmed. By the time this notice is read, Elena will no longer exist.

vanished. ​Only the wind answered him. ​Han Feng slowly turned away, looking back at an old report resting open on his desk: The Death of Jiao Lin. ​Shadow spy. Found dead with a single stab wound. Neck pierced in one precise motion. No witnesses. No sound. ​At the bottom of the page, a message scrawled in faint, blood-red ink was still visible. "Could the one who killed Jiao Lin be the movement of that shadow?" he murmured. "Or... is it someone else?"

“We’ll burn it all down together if we have to.” But as they finally drifted toward exhausted sleep in each other’s arms, neither noticed the black envelope that had been silently slipped under the front door of the loft while they were lost in each other. Inside were fresh, intimate photos of them from that very night—taken through the rain-streaked windows with a high-powered lens—and a single chilling line: *Choose wrong, and she dies first.* The final act had begun.

Bang. A bullet pierced my skull in midair. [Seventh loop over. Player has died.]

Vanessa’s rifle barked sharply, dropping two drones before they could fire. I forced back three guards, emptying my sidearm, breathing sharp. Damien surged forward, cutting through two advancing soldiers with brutal precision. Natalia’s Shadow Returns The emergency comms crackled, spitting static... And then... Natalia’s cold voice echoed: "You’re already dead... you just don’t know it yet." Her twisted smile burned through the holographic interface, unforgiving and venomous. "Did you think... you’d survive the ocean’s wrath?"