Death Note: Short Story Novels & Stories

In my previous life, Melody tricked me into going to the staircase. Then, I was shoved down the stairs. Zach only found me after seven hours. He should have returned home right after work that day. I would have survived if he had returned home at the usual time. Finally, I knew why. How silly of me! Zach was a wolf in sheep's clothing. I was being played for a fool without even knowing it. Luckily, the universe was fair. I guessed the universe gave me a second chance to show my stupidity.

They explained, forcing our gaze to the corner, where the objects that they mentioned were right where they were supposed to be. “Other than that though, I also would like to announce the autopsy report.” They also announced, before clearing their throat, and giving out the information that we needed, “Contestant Aka Nishinzu, Status: Deceased. Time of Death: 11 PM. Cause of death: Unknown.” While we all listened, Liam scrambled to the corner, and hastily wrote down the information, taking charge in place of Mia or… Aka. “With this information given, the trial will begin in a short amount of time. Until then though, have a safe investigation!” The Loudspeaker finished, before shutting off en

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The cave went suddenly silent, because of the link, all the fire demons were connected with each other, but with Sara playing her own trick from the back, manipulating their life force and uniting it, not only their cores were connected but their lives, and with one life being put to rest, the rest soon followed. DISCLAIMER : THE LINE "DEATH IS NOT THE OPPOSITE OF LIFE BUT ITS SUPPLEMENT" THAT SARA REMEMBERED WAS ACTUALLY SOMETHING I READ IN HARUKI MURAKAMI4S MASTERPIECE? NORWEGIAN WOOD, JUST FOR LITERARY HONESTY

Jace said and the other boys nodded. They weren’t fully wrong either because Axel and I had put on a small show so if anyone was paying attention they would have thought we were running out “oh and may I have the boys number” the detective asks and I nod sending him a small smile. He pushes over the pad and paper and I write his number down on it before sliding it back to him “thank you” he mutters with a smile and I nod sending him one back. “I wanted to let you know that the death of Mr. Bae wasn't the only death that occurred” he said and my eyebrows furrowed.

His eyes fix on me a few seconds longer than I'm comfortable with but finally, he turns away and scribbles on his notebook. “Does this whole scenario seem familiar, Luna?”. Again, I find myself swallowing subconsciously. I can't help it, I'm so nervous that my throat is dry to the point of cracking. “What are you talking about?”. The female detective….Jade she called herself had literally not taken her eyes off me since the beginning of this meeting. I'm not sure who's more unnerving, she or her colleague. “The whole scenario where someone dies after an altercation of some sort with you”. Oh….so that's what he means. I sit up straighter on my seat, cocking my head at angle.

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

Detective Charlie Reed order with authority. A cartoon cup filled with coffee remain untouched. The smoke coming indicate how it has been freshly-brewed that time. The lights flickered. To think how casual the room appeared deems the unlikely confrontation of the death found earlier this morning. Refuge scavenge to know the truth underlies the key that Ella could give towards how Indigo peril.

I looked in Mason's direction and I saw him also pouring himself a drink. "You should watch how you drink," I cautioned him using the mind link, he paused what he was doing before raising his head to face me. "You can't drink here," I added. He dropped the cup in his hand before sighing. "I shall tell a story," The performer announced, I faced her again to see her still seated. "My story is based on death and its weakness," "Death and its weakness?" Alpha Zayne asked from where he sat. "Yes, death found its weakness," She answered, I heard a faint giggle after she said that.

I never knew the name was my executioner. "You’ve reached the end of the page, Hazel," a voice boomed. It wasn't a sound in the air. It was a thought placed directly into my brain. "Every story needs a finale. And yours is a tragedy." The giant fountain pen descended. The nib was as sharp as a spear, dripping with ink that looked like melted stars. It touched the ground a mile away, and a massive wave of white emptiness started to erase the city. People weren't dying; they were just vanishing. They were being un-drawn.