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.

His eyes remained glued to the television as he listened to the morning news. A story came popping up on the screen that made curl his lips wickedly. TEN NYU UNDERGRADUATES WERE FOUND DEAD IN THE WOODS AND THEIR BODIES MASSACRED BY AN UNKNOWN CREATURE. THE TWO SURVIVALS OF THIS GRUESOME MURDER NARRATE THEIR ORDEAL... "Seems like you had a lot of fun last night," Grimacing slightly, Madison mumbled walking into the room, her heels clicking on the marble floor with each step she took.

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.

If this had been a nightclub instead of a graveyard, Roy and the others would have been quite an entertaining sight. But here they were, a group of zombies dancing under the moonlight, making for a particularly horrific sight. "It's the dance… This is the same dance…" Darren stammered in fear, his face drained of color. "It's the same dance they performed before they died." "Are you sure, Mr. Gulley?" Cassian asked. "Positive!" Darren firmly confirmed. "I saw Tate before he died. He was dancing this very dance." So, they'd performed this dance before dropping dead?

The silence felt so heavy that Camela thought her heart had stopped beating. Her scream echoed in the hospital room, but there was no response. Just the sound of her uneven breathing broke the stillness. The journal lay open on the floor, the black letters blazing like fire across the page: Final Journal. Entry Three: The fox dies first. Camela's hand glided to Vincent’s chest. His heartbeat pounded beneath her palm—alive, strong, and steady, but the words on the page seemed to sink into him, pulling at his pulse.

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.