Death Note, Vol. 1 Novels & Stories

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.

He spits blood and kneels down. "No! Your majesty!" Aristo runs towards him and hugs Alfonso when he fainted. He tried to cure its wound but he can't. "Socrates can have the princess now..." The girl laughs loudly and she opens more portal and a lot of Level D's a came out. "Let's get out of here now!" Aitan said then when they were about to go, something came down from the sky. •*•*•*•* Alexis is still eating with Ginger when stops because she smells something. Her demon features are now showing up until, she releases a lot of black fire and went towards the smell.

Azrael said something in Japanese language that no one understood but I knew because Azrael had said it a few times when he was reading me a book. My heart is in your world. It was reference from an old author called Ushio Sakamoto. The book was called ‘Hearts with no bound’. It was about a humanoid male doll whose creator’s dying wish was for the doll to find a purpose to his existence, simply put to find a human that made his core beat and protect that human. He found that emotion with a female human. It was a classic piece that I had Azrael read repeatedly to me because it was romantic but tragic that it made me cry each time.

I turned away from her again. “Balor-“ “Goodbye, Nes.” *** *Present day* I stood at the far end of the debriefing room as Detective Killian and Sullivan looked over the footage I brought. Fighting the urge to stand near her. Only breathing through my mouth to avoid inhaling her scent anymore than I already had. The dull throbbing of my head, becoming stronger the longer we stood here.

0076: Dear Handsome and Strong Evil Spirit 007: Treasure Hunt 0078: Small Dk Joe 0079: I Know It Is You 0080; This Is Your World! 0081: The White Lady's Request 0082: We Did Not Kill HIm 0083: It Was Never An Error To Begin With _______ END of BOOK 1

But his skin color, it’s so pale. “I’m Felix Lazarus Crimson.” He bent down and placed his lips on the back of my palm. “How did you-” My eyes widened when he starts to get blurred as if he was now fading. “Wait!” I shouted but he didn’t hear me until he vanish in front of me. I open my eyes and sat down on my bed, gasping for air. I didn’t remember myself falling asleep. I thought I was just staring at my ceiling. Crimson eyes. His face flashed in my mind, the way he smile and the way he said that he finally found me. What is he talking about? Have we met before? Because I can’t remember a single thing that we met.

CULLEN’s POV The rain poured heavily. The dark clouds loomed above, seething with fury. I sipped my bittersweet coffee as the Death Note on my desk began to glow faintly. I reached out and took it in my hand. An unfamiliar name appeared, along with the details of death. “Clark Stephen Daniel,” I muttered with a sigh. “Your time has come. I’m coming to collect,” I whispered, my voice void of warmth. It was time to reap his soul. The details were clear—he would die tonight, inside a nightclub.

“Good morning too, Your Excellency. I don’t need something from you, but someone probably does.” My forehead furrowed. "Who?" “Good morning, Death Judge Noble Park! I am Renata Viglianco, known as Revi VI, the strongest captain of Atolon Island. ” A tall woman appeared in my sight. She was wearing a dark green overcoat jacket and black pants. She had a badge on her left shoulder—perhaps it was made of Ruby. Renata Viglianco . . . Her name wasn’t familiar but her face was. To be continued . . .

is calling. END OF VOLUME 2

She always thinks that daydreaming is just a waste of time. She immediately saw a room and the door was slightly open. She slowly entered that room, and she was immediately greeted by an aftershave smell. She remembered that very same smell whenever she gets close to Nick Sorrento. Then, something had caught her attention. There was a picture frame standing on the bedside table. She intently stared at that picture frame... She held her breath in suspense as she continues to stare at the photo... The man on the frame looks strangely familiar to her, and it's making her nervous...