Deathnote Novelas e Histórias

I whispered. But the truth lay in that coffin. I forced my shaking voice to speak. “Can I see the note?” Damon nodded, reached into his breast pocket, and handed me a folded piece of paper. I opened it slowly. The handwriting was sharp. Violent. Familiar. It read: “In your next life, you will not take what is mine.” My heart froze. Something inside me snapped. This was no random murder. This was personal. This was targeted. Someone killed Mich because of me.

Assets = people. Then, on the circled page, two lines. Jin Kwon — reacted to DECAY as a charge, not a rumor. Classified by Marcus on sight. Marcus asked: what lab. And under it: LUS narrates the dead freely. Goes silent only on the living. Torres. Jin. She underlines the last one. The room is colder after she writes it. Outside, the base keeps being alive. A door eases shut. VIBE murmurs. The gate holds in the dark.

A massive, towering presence looming over my shoulder. I glance back. A cloaked figure, three meters tall, floating in the void. In its skeletal hand, it holds a massive scythe that drips with phantom blood. The God of Death. The robotic voice returns. [AWAKENING CONFIRMED. SUBJECT: REA REED. RESULT: 100% PURITY. ENTITY IDENTIFIED: THANATOS (THE GOD OF DEATH). ALIGNMENT: CHAOTIC EVIL.] The numbers flash on the screen in blood-red. One hundred percent. The legendary Single Bloodline.

Cale suspected he had left something much more dangerous. He touched the notebook on his chest. Anomaly 107: The Blueprint. Fact: The dead are still playing the game. Cale smiled weakly. "Your move, Alex," Cale whispered to the empty room. "Make it count."

I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death. There is no stopping me when I start. Every single last target had to die was my motto. If you didn’t plan to die any time soon then don’t approach me. But I had to restrain myself from killing the last one because I knew Dominic probably wanted to question him so I only knocked him out. I was back to normal and I turned my attention back to the people who were standing a few feet away from all of this that had just happened.

In front of her, an elderly man in military uniform knelt—one of the most loyal former hitmen of the Yakuza family. “Jonathan Vallenstein will die… in his sleep. Without a trace. You know what you must do.” “Killing the child of an important person connected to the underworld network isn’t a wise move, miss.” “A wise move rarely changes history. And I am rewriting history.” — That night, Jonathan lay in a coma. His face was pale, breathing shallow through life-support machines. Outside the room, two nurses kept watch. But neither realized that security cameras were being remotely turned off by someone.

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CHAPTER 297 ~3RD PERSON’S POV~ ~The night before~ Lunaris raised her right palm toward Anaya's grave. Bright white light gathered before the grave and shone brightly. The white light turned into a golden-yellow light and glowed even more. After a few minutes, it faded out, leaving behind an unconscious Anaya, who wore the same dress she did on the day she died. The dress was a complete mess, carrying the scars of her battle with the abyss demon, The Unknown.

I state, placing the crown on a pillow Lilac brings me before using my forearm to wipe away my tears. “If he has no family then spread his ashes with the rest of our pack by the sacred tree." Doctor Howard steps forward, ordering a few Soldiers to help carefully carry the wolf away as Narin comes forward, the note this Soulless died to deliver to me in his hands. “It’s addressed to you.” His lips are set in a grim line and with shaky hands, I take the note. Albot wraps his arms around me, pulling my back against his chest while I open the note.

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...