Death Note Quotes Novels & Stories

As soon as the voices vanished, I slowly opened my eyes and I was welcomed by a dark room with a window, letting some of the light crawl inside the room. I reminisced about everything as I was sitting alone in this gloomy place whilst staring at Madreign’s bloody flag. Beside me was a black rose. My attention was then stolen by a bird’s cry. As I gazed at it, it flew away. We fought together, but I was the only one left. If I could just bring back the past, I would. I would love us to reunite again and fly a kite on the mountain. Did I make the right judgment? I . . . brought them to death, and people still call me a hero. Maximaze Lativitus Park, the notorious Death Judge of Normous became

Dylan urges and emphasizes on the last word. We shift into our wolf forms and run,leaving dead bodies and the injured behind. What's that quote that they always say about revenge? Something along the lines of : "love is sweet but revenge is sweeter." They were right about that! ____________________________________ Hope

She always escaped early, always found somewhere to be that wasn’t there, with me. On my desk sat my journal. A page was open. I didn’t remember opening it the night before. I didn’t remember writing. But there it was: a page filled edge to edge with handwriting, my handwriting, except not, slanted, urgent, like someone drew words with trembling hands. “The dead don’t sleep. They are the light. They whisper. They remember what the living try to forget.” I slammed the journal shut. And for a long moment, I couldn’t breathe.

I tap and start recording. “Messing around in a deadly game, I don’t know how much I have left…” My voice is frail. “… But if I die, love killed me.”

It’s the usual for Yumeko, focusing more on her phone. Suddenly, Nabi pauses, her gaze locked on the cafeteria’s television, where the big news is being displayed. “Ya, is that not your street? It sounded familiar, I thought I’d ask you about it, I wasn’t sure.” I glance at the television screen with the headline, “Unfortunate sudden encounter with Lucifer heirs, found dead and dumped this morning.” On the screen is a picture of dead Nevan, his eyes were plucked out as if to stop him from seeing something, his neck bone broken, so he’s kept in a terrible posture.

"I got it after my mother died to remind myself that I could survive anything." My fingers traced the detailed feathers. "It's beautiful." "Keep going." His voice had gone rougher. "I like your hands on me." I moved to the Latin phrase on his ribs. "Memento mori. Remember you must die." "A reminder that life is finite. That revenge isn't worth wasting the time I have." He caught my hand. "I got that one after the warehouse fire. When I realized I'd almost died chasing ghosts." "But you're still chasing them."

Phil said slowly, “why is he smiling?” Kagemoto Kazama coughed again before speaking. “Because,” he rasped, “you were so focused on killing me… you forgot to think about how easily I would let you win.” My stomach dropped. Then I noticed it, the blinking red light beneath the desk. Phil saw it too. “Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.” Kagemoto Kazama chuckled weakly, blood dripping from his mouth. “I told you before… never walk into a lion’s den unless you are prepared to die inside it.”

Victor leaned back in his chair, the city lights reflecting faintly in the glass behind him, the past pressing closer than it had any right to. He looked at the note one last time and said quietly to the empty room, “You were supposed to be dead.”

The day I got back to my hometown, I immediately opened my mother's diary. On the very first page, she had written only one sentence. "Sam, if you're reading this diary, it means you're a brave and good child. That makes your mother very proud." I covered my mouth as tears rolled down my face. Because on the day she took her own life, she had called me over to her side. When she repeated my little brother's final words to me, she gripped my hand tightly. All the reporters were staring at her mouth, desperate to catch every word. No one noticed that while holding my hand, she slipped me a small note.

I explained. "I'll tell you something my father always quoted to me: Fukushū wa samui kata ga ī.” "What do you mean by that?" "That revenge should be served on a cold plate and if you need all the damn support in the world to get rid of those miserable ones, do it, Sunday accounts," he offered, making me smile. What she lived, what she lives... If you make them burn, just make them burn. “Mi aiuterai a sbarazzarmi dei cadaveri?”