Death Note Yaoi Lxlight Novels & Stories

yells Selina, demanding an explanation from him. Giggles~ "Do I have to make it simpler, Miss Hayes?" Light seems to enjoy Selina's state of mind. "It was I who killed the Owner of Black Circle, Jason Hayes. That was a great fight to remember." Selina's rational judgment has clouded by Light's provocation about Jason's death. "I KILL YOU!" With no strategy prepared in mind, Selina just rushes in at Light. "Nope, try again, Miss Hayes." Light dodges the first attack like he was playing with Selina. He does realize that Selina’s current state is no different from wild dogs at the moment.

Yaoi's left face swelled up, and her vision became confused due to the burning pain. She blinked several times before finding that her head was buzzing. Lavie Sue took the paper towel handed by the people around her, wiped the saliva from her face, and threw it away with disgust: "I'd rather die here than betray Mary Kinson!" Yaoi was lying on the ground, unable to stand up. His small body was as weak as a broken doll: "Yes."

he asked nicely. “It was horrible. Everyone at school called me a murderer and made me feel like I did it. Did I kill my parents?” Ivy asked, hoping he would tell her if she did it. “Ivy, I don’t think you killed your parents. I know you didn’t,” he said, standing up and pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. “I found this while cleaning up some of the mess,” he said, handing it to her. It was a letter and had blood on it. Ivy read it over and looked at him. “What is a Shadow Dweller?”

He stared at me and I would swear to God that his pupils are color brown with a highlight of green. "Your eyes…" I pointed out. "Don't mind it. Sleep now, Yveon." He smiled once more and I could only hear the sounds of his footsteps away from my room. They say that humans are technically sinful beings, and when they do something unpleasing, they tend to apologize for the thing they did… without being sincere. But in my case, I do not apologize when I know my heart isn’t at peace. I don’t know but I feel ashamed. I could feel guilty of the things I uttered last night but I couldn’t apologize properly. Did I cross the line with my words?

The heavy wooden door opened slowly, revealing a sliver of darkness that widened into the mansion's vast entry hall. My heart hammered against my ribs. Caden stood there, looking impossibly calm. He wore dark pants and a loose white shirt, sleeves rolled up, showing strong forearms. His eyes, dark and sharp, met mine, and a slow, unsettling smile spread across his face. "Right on time, Maeve," he said, his voice a low rumble that filled the huge, echoing space. "Come in. Don't be shy."

A pile of ash mixed with burnt offerings lay in one corner, while water-stained parchments and crude sketches littered the ground, sticky with red and black candle wax that had solidified with time. “Yes. I am Anubis… bone whisperer of the old pact.” Anubis raised her gaze, watching Lillia with piercing pale eyes that increased Lillia’s self consciousness all the more as it felt as though Anubis was staring into her soul. Then, her lips curved slowly, “and I know who you are… Zorya… First Light… the one who died broken… and returned unbroken.” Zorya? Fenris repeated as confusion stirred within Lillia. Is she a quack or what? She couldn’t even guess any of your names correctly.

An anime played on the screen, the exaggerated voices making it clear she was completely engrossed. I leaned against the doorway, watching her. She was barefoot, her hair loosely tied back, her cheeks flushed as she giggled at whatever ridiculous thing was happening in her show. I shook my head, smirking to myself as I finished the apple in hand. Tossing the core in the trash on my way out, I headed back to the bedroom. When I walked in, something on the bed caught my eye—a tray. Curious, I stepped closer and examined it. On the tray was a neatly arranged salad bowl, a small dish of diced fruit and a glass of water.

One of the estate guards poked his head inside. "Sorry," he said, somewhat winded. "There's… something you ought to see." He extended a small box—black velvet wrapping, no return address, no emblem. Only a note tied with a red string. Vandaulf picked it up gingerly. Lily pulled out the note and read aloud: "The past doesn't die just because you kiss in white. I buried your family once. I can bury your peace again. —B." Silence. Then the opening of the velvet box.

- I added in a reassuring tone. - I enjoy it immensely, but you just missed death, Christina.- Oliver said, glancing at the werewolf bouncing under the tree, scratching its bark with huge claws.- I don't even want to imagine what I'd find here if I'd come just a few seconds later.- he sighed heavily.

Suddenly, around him, a blast of grey light was emitted, and a figure of a wolf appeared. At that time, the woman started shuddering. Death was flickering in her eyes. Lewis chuckled before he said, "Oh, you are shaking. You probably know what I will say next." I watched Lewis with full attention. At that moment, Lewis was looking smoking hot... His dark eyes were even darker and his midnight dark hair was slightly swaying with the wind. There was an evil smirk on his lips and his voice was so deep as he chuckled. He was like the death god who descended on the earth to take the filthy old woman's life.