Death Note: Short Story Novels & Stories

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

Dreygur got out of his car and slowly followed the niece. Sumire who received a gift from her uncle Chadwick wanted to pray at the shrine of Death and wish her life to end without killing herself. But her prayer was interrupted when she found a godlike man wearing an expensive all-black suit napping while his book was placed on his belly, wearing round black glasses. Sumire was hypnotized and approached closer to the long table of the shrine where the man was silently sleeping. She climbed up and sat next to his head and stared at him for a long time. Sumire unconsciously leaned and kissed the man on the lips. At the top of the man, she stole something from the shrine, bringing the bizarre p

And in this lifetime, we'd never see each other again. Once my phone went dead, the only thing left for them was my maggot-ridden body and the farewell gift I had so carefully prepared.

Sasha POV I was dead and the man responsible for my untimely death was the one man I never thought capable of such horrible things. I was starting to fall in love with Christopher and planed on telling him how I felt but now I know that not fees can be trusted. I stood in a deep hole that I’ve come to know as my grave, watching as the crime scene detectives worked at all hours day and night taking pictures of anything they thought was of some importance. In the small amount of time it took for me to realize I was dead I learned that moving from one point to another was easy.

she helplessly sighs, still feeling depressed. =============================== A few weeks passed. It's weekend, and it's Cherish's day off at work. She woke up at almost noon, and now, she's eating her brunch. And while she's eating, she started checking her social medias to check the trending news for that day. She thoughtfully frowned when she saw a link , and once she clicked it, it talks about the latest news about MORSE. She almost choked on her food when she finally read the full article...

What do I say to all this? It is bullshit. I don’t believe any of this, this must have just been an accident. So as Detective Fletcher takes the note that I am now finally making known to him, it scares me to horror as he starts to read it out aloud. “If you are holding this in your hand, and my body is lying lifeless, you will know that the darkness has finally consumed me. I’ll be nothing more than a fleeting memory that invades your mind in the dead of night, a passive thought you reminisce back on years from now.

“I have no idea if you know this, but… A detective who uses his deductive powers to corner a suspect, and then does nothing to stop them from committing suicide—” “—is no better than the murderer himself,” Albert completed. “It’s quite funny, now that I realize its meaning.” “Jimmy Kudo probably has a lot more to say if he is a real person and is present here,” I added and finally stepped out of the clubroom. Just as I stepped into the light, my phone rang with a call from an unknown number. “Hibara, speaking.” A voice altered with a changer laughed on the other line. “Hmm… I heard that your team closed another case again, Hibara.”

"Jasmine, those who hurt you have paid the price. If there's a next life, you'll be born into a family that truly loves you. "I should go. Work's been a bit busy. Next time, I'll bring your favorite, chilled white wine." Lilith gently brushed the dust from Jasmine's smiling portrait on the stone. She smiled faintly at Jasmine's photo, then turned and walked away. A breeze passed. A small bird flew to the tombstone, flapped its wings lightly, and pecked away the nut on the cake.

Melody looked at Zach dotingly like a woman in love. Zach sure had his way with words. He could easily console Melody with just a few words. I did not listen to the rest of their conversation. My mind was only engrossed in one thing. No wonder Brandon did not like me—he was Melody's husband. I had to give it to Melody. She had an affair right under Brandon's nose, even when they worked together. I wondered what had happened to Brandon after my death in my past life. Then, an idea came to me. I was delighted.