Death Notice Manga Novels & Stories

Twenty minutes later, I’m done and turning my paper in to Professor Vassily’s desk. “Already?” He takes the paper from me. “Yeah. I love the book.” He chuckles. “You take after your father, I guess.” I stare at him. Professor Vassily rubs his temple. “I read your file. I saw that he was a professor. I’m sorry for your loss.” The suffocating feeling I’m always working so hard to keep at bay presses down on my chest. I’m right back there, standing in the living room with the phone pressed to my ear, hearing those awful words: “terrible accident”... “passed away”...

He puts his front paws on my thighs as I scratch his ears. "His claws," Death says slipping his hands under my arms and pulling me up I look at my thighs and see his claws pierced through my jeans and into my skin where blood was spilling. My thighs heal within seconds and I look at Death who looks surprised "We have things to do tomorrow, so your friend has to go home soon," he tells me I nod and Mika and I go inside his room. Cerberus lays his head on my lap and Mika and I talk about things.

While I was transporting the sculpture away, I felt extremely agitated looking at the snapped finger. Before receiving the DNA analysis report, I still had hopes that this person might not be Hazel. Even animals would not harm their young. No matter how cruel the Larsons could be, they would not possibly do such a thing. Yet, I had underestimated a person's greed. When Layla's mother took out the suicide note in the police station, I was close to crumbling and falling apart at that point. I knew what I was looking at was forged, and I knew that Hazel had died in their hands. Yet, there was nothing I could do.

Life couldn’t have been better. Despite that, I couldn’t help but wonder what the rest of the Duttons were up to. I knew that as long as they didn’t find a body, they wouldn’t declare a death. This led to endless speculation in society about whether the two of us were truly dead. Rumors and gossip spread everywhere, but I remained unmoved. Every day, I soaked up the sun, watched handsome men by the sea, and lived a life of pure indulgence. After half a year, though, I started to get a little bored.

Theodore mumbles. I feel a sharp pain cut through my heart, one I haven’t felt in years. Along with my pain comes my anger. It’s no coincidence that my father died the same day as Ronan his best friend. The Inner Circle has something to do with this. I hear the small voice growl in my head and I flinch. I might have hated the man, Theodore King, but no one has the right to take his life from him, except me! “There might be hope after all.” Alex continues, watching me cautiously as he speaks. I feel my hands visibly shaking from the anger I’m feeling.

After a while, the internet finally stopped talking about me. But then, a random comment brought everything back. Arcadezwade: The day my grandma passed, I saw this really wide-eyed, pretty girl buying a burial plot. She looked about my age. I overheard her telling the salesperson that she was buying it for herself. She said she wanted the quietest place possible to lay herself to rest. She’s still so young. I hope she changes her mind. Attached to the comment was a blurry photo. Even though the picture was of poor quality, my figure was still recognizable.

Yamamoto told me carefully. "Is that... I am sorry," I muttered. I didn't know the right words for this moment. "This is the sixth month by the way!" Mr. Yamamoto told me with a smile on his face. "I was diagnosed six months ago. I guess that means I can die any moment now." "You won't..." I muttered. "I am not afraid of death, little dove," Mr. Yamamoto told me. "I began to prepare for my death the moment I turned sixty. I can feel it is time and I am so curious about what happens after death. You know those talks about the world of the dead."

It’s the usual for Yumeko, focusing more on her phone. Suddenly, Nabi pauses, her gaze locked on the cafeteria’s television, where the big news is being displayed. “Ya, is that not your street? It sounded familiar, I thought I’d ask you about it, I wasn’t sure.” I glance at the television screen with the headline, “Unfortunate sudden encounter with Lucifer heirs, found dead and dumped this morning.” On the screen is a picture of dead Nevan, his eyes were plucked out as if to stop him from seeing something, his neck bone broken, so he’s kept in a terrible posture.

“The spirit of a killer.” * * * * Aoyama Cemetery October 2009 “And it wasn’t that long after I had become a Phantom when Uncle Kenji died.” Yuri sighed, running the fingers of her right hand through her hair. “His death…is a mystery.” She frowned to herself. “It was a rather simple mission that he was sent on, one that he was expected to make it through with little or no problem. But I guess even a Phantom has limitations.” She turned to face Ren. “He died a few months after I’d met you.”

He very much regretted his decision. He should’ve shouted Harvey’s true identity and let Daito know. The fate of the Island Nations relied on this very information. It was a shame that there was no medicine for regret. There was no way back. Filled with his deepest regrets, Myata’s head tilted ever so slightly as he stopped breathing, He lay on Scarlett’s skirt, no longer alive. The crowd was dead silent. ‘He died?!’ ‘Did Miyata really die just like that?!’ ‘An Island Nation God of War and the Sword Saint of the Shinkage Way… was killed off that easily?!’