Death Note: Short Story Novels & Stories

He had given me a second chance and I knew I had to say something to him about that. “Thank you.” Death nodded his head. He knew exactly what I was referring to. “You’re most welcome, Kiran.” He smiled stiffly. “What do you want?” “To warn you.” I wondered what game he was playing now. “About what and why?” I frowned as Death smiled sadly. “His time is up.” I felt like I couldn’t breathe as Death stood next to me and touched my soul. “Kai…” I managed to whisper through the pain and fear. **Kiran's story continues in The Lupian Chronicles: Fire (Book 3)

A Death in a Second Zayden’s eyes scanned the terrified men in front of him. His jaw clenched as he examined the one responsible. The one who had dared to hit her. The one who had made her bleed. He didn’t need a long interrogation. He didn’t need a drawn-out punishment. He just needed one second. His fingers wrapped around the knife he had taken from Hema, weighing it in his palm. The man—already trembling—stumbled backward. “P-please, sir, I—” One swift motion. One deadly stroke. The blade sliced through the air, lodging directly in the center of the man’s forehead.

*BOOOOOOM! The sound of an explosion rang out loud. The button Jim had pressed was the explosive trigger in the cage. In truth, he and Wilson did not understand how something that big, useful and destructive could be contained in a piece of paper, no matter how special the paper was, but someone made it possible. And so, Shorty was dead. That simply. He died without knowing how and could even be said to have died in his sleep, albeit in a different manner from the usual 'dying in one's sleep' stereotype.

He puts his front paws on my thighs as I scratch his ears. "His claws," Death says slipping his hands under my arms and pulling me up I look at my thighs and see his claws pierced through my jeans and into my skin where blood was spilling. My thighs heal within seconds and I look at Death who looks surprised "We have things to do tomorrow, so your friend has to go home soon," he tells me I nod and Mika and I go inside his room. Cerberus lays his head on my lap and Mika and I talk about things.

… One day, I suddenly saw the news on the television. "The Jones family was murdered. None of the family members lived." My heart skipped a beat. I then saw a photo of my family on the screen. "It is reported that the murder was committed by Susan Jones, the wife of the old director of Jones Group..." None of them survived. Charles, Derek, Samantha, Jenson, and Susan—all of them died. "Mrs. Jones left a suicide note, claiming that this was done for her daughter Celine..." I could no longer process the words I heard after that.

I know that magic is just an illusion, a trick. Dusting my clothes, I made my way toward my team. They had now assembled themselves in one place, their eyes still holding surprise, and I could guess that they were waiting for me to explain. The crowds were as silent as a graveyard. They weren't making any of their stupid noises, and I am sure they were still trying to recover from the shock of seeing me again. That made me remember a story in the Bible that our Sunday school teacher told us about. It was the story of a man named Lazarus who was resurrected from the dead. The only difference between us is that I have been dead for two months, or should I say suffering and wandering around an

“Not buried in the snow, but here. Hanging over my head like a storm.” My stomach plummets. I lurch back, shaking my head. “That's not possible. You said he died. He was buried.” Silence. Deimos' voice breaks. “We buried flowers, Anesha– not a body. A single white lotus.”

In the haunting depths of his eyes, she glimpsed the dance of death itself, an unrestrained force ready to consume her existence. I am dead. *** Enjoyed the twist in Hazel and Wyatt's story? Share your thoughts and feedback! Follow me on In stagram - aditisaxenaofficial for more updates and explore my other captivating stories. I would recommend you to try WHEN A BULLY FALLS IN LOVE.

One could see that the owner of the paper held no enthusiasm to send this correspondence simply by looking at the lack of sentences in that paper. They could see three short paragraphs and nothing else. == Hello, 1. Our final battle will begin in two weeks' time at the place you have chosen. 2. Bring your battalion and clench your fist. Use any means. That day will be our last match. 3. Fuck you and go die. Sincerely, Shadow. == Was what she sent him. Short and precise. They felt nothing exceptional but laziness inside there. “Well…” Ryuzaki glanced at the paper. “I guess pigs do fly.”

– The girl with the short hair Chanel said. - Apparently it was faster, but not in that effective way. Apparently, death is easy anyway, that includes a life without motives, even if that includes the world's great virtues, but even so, they were far from being virtuous. That should have been a quiet rainy night, after work, it would be like any other, while Yusuke, a Japanese salaryman was returning from work, walking down the street of the industrial district before reaching the subway, that's when he heard a scream...