Death Note: Short Story Novels & Stories

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.

She then looked at at him as she exclaimed, "How dare you!" "It's your surname though!" She slapped his arm and for a moment he lost control of the car but quickly recovered. "Shit..." Ashleigh breathed out as Damien chuckled nervously. "Sorry." "I swear if I died I would've killed you!" "How would you do that when you're dead?" "I'll possess you and make you commit suicide." Damien gave her a look. "Thats dark woman." "I love you too."

Her suppressed witchcraft surged, and with a grunt of effort, the silver shackles shattered, falling to the ground with a sharp clatter. Meanwhile, Fiel, seeing Ameerah free, poured all his fury into Derwish. He caught the Alpha’s massive arm, twisted, and with a guttural roar, tore it from its socket. Derwish howled, a sound of agony and defeat, as Fiel drove a clawed fist deep into his chest, directly into his werewolf heart. Alpha Derwish collapsed, reverting to his human form in death, his eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and pain. He was dead.

The locals would perform a rite and kill her before she would even have time to explain that it was the devil that had taken over her. Something drew her eyes to the window. It was the shadowless person. She stood there, a silhouette, but Annabel could almost see her smiling. She felt, more than saw it. “You! You did this!” Annabel shouted. The figure shrugged. The banging on the door increased. The door was wooden, and though both bolts were engaged, Annabel could tell that consistent pounding would push the door down. Come with me It was in her head; it was all in her head. Annabel closed her eyes and tried to wish what she faced away, but when she opened her eyes, her gaze was still met

Her room was filled up as everyone was trying the console her parents. Then an observant neighbor saw the suicide note lying helplessly on the bed. She reached for it and realized that it was from Rose. After reading few lines, her heart couldn't bear the sorrowful letter so she alerted everyone that Rose left a note. At that point, a note couldn't pacify the crying mother or the bittered father who was escorted outside with fellow elders consoling him dearly.

But in the places I couldn't see, a stream of comments flooded the live chat. "OMG! Look who it is! Delicious is here! My white-clad Prince Charming!" "With Delicious here, even a nine-star difficulty level should be a breeze!" "He's so nice. He always helps new players. They're set with him in the team!" I couldn't see the comments. I was just squeezed into the crowd, listening as the young man in white explained the game. From his words, I learned that some people who died unexpectedly were brought into this Death Game. If they managed to clear the level, they could extend their lives in the real world. In other words, this was a second chance at life, granted by God.

Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart. Standing beside Evan, I screamed and cried. Countless people walked through me to try and save Evan. Alas, he was indeed an exceptional medical examiner. He knew the fastest way to die. Evan's body continued to twitch slightly. In his final moment, I saw him pointing toward me with his finger. He seemed to have spotted me. Smiling, he closed his eyes, putting an end to the last of his lingering attachment to this world. The situation descended into chaos as another medical examiner shook his head, signifying to Henry that Evan was dead.

Watching the road below the way she watched everything, with the particular patience of someone who had learned a long time ago that threats rarely announced themselves. Caelith sat on the edge of the bed and talked. She started from the beginning. The dreams. The feeling on the street that first Wednesday. The black car and the chemical cloth and the ritual room with the candles that didn't flicker. The stranger who appeared and disappeared and submitted her essay and left her on a bench on a road nobody used. Zara, the courtyard, the blood deal. The journal. The friend she called at midnight who knew things she shouldn't have known from footnotes.

She was actually one of our classmates before in Senior High. The two deaths seemed to be a work of the same person. "Look at this," she pointed out in the article. It was only then that I noticed she was wearing latex gloves. 'Two deaths in a row.' This was the title of the short story.

Suddenly the lights went out and I quickly fell on the couch and closed my eyes. When the lights came back up everyone dramatically gasped and cried out. “She’s dead!” Grayson screamed. “There’s a murderer in this room!” “No fucking way!” Lee said excitedly. “It’s a murder mystery party!” “Detective Lee, you must solve this!” Lulu said hysterically. Lee quickly opened his envelope that had secrets about everyone here in it. I rose up from the couch. “You’re supposed to be dead,” Lee pointed out. “I’m a ghost,” I responded. “I cannot rest until my murderer is found. Any guesses right now?”