Novelas y relatos de Deathnote

“DEATH, REBIRTH, REINCARNATION, AND CHANCE. SHALL I LAY UNTO YOU THE REAAL DEAL OF THE SEVEN EXISTING WORLDS, WHERE THE ORIGINAL AND THE ROT OF ALL LIES TO WHAT I CALL,” SHINZO DIMENSION

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

Akihiko keeps his phone down and starts to think of the various things the person could be. ‘He’s not a mafia. First of all, is it even a male or a female? Could he be some kind of murderer. Not possible from their way of talking. Then what else…?’ He turns on the T.V and takes a seat on the couch. He changes the channels while thinking hard. [Kei? You ready? it’s the final boss of this world!] “Hm… Hm? OH, THE NEW EPISODE IS OUT!” he says and while leaving the thinking aside he continues to watch the anime playing on the T.V.

He said in a hollow and baritone voice likewise came out from a pit. “Good evening!” simultaneous replies. Even though our voices are shaking with cold and fear we tried to talk to him to know what exactly his intention and who is he. “I am a Shinigami or what do you call in folklore? A god of death. I am your driver from this ride.” “Whoa!!! Like in death note? Amazing man!!!! Haha,” one of the two guys, Travis the taller man said while happily amazed by the thought.

A loud explosion could be heard just as she finished speaking. Higurashi Shrine’s main building broke apart from the center. A human figure charged out like a sword. This person charged up to a thousand meters in the air and hovered there. Under the bright bloody light, Alex Rockefeller could see this person had dark hair, and his entire face glowed with a red light. Endless blood energy surrounded his body. He looked like an unsheathed blood sword. ‘This is Blood Shura’s aura!’ Alex felt stunned. Meanwhile, the Soul Collection Coffin that was already vibrating non-stop in his mind palace now vibrated at an even higher frequency. It felt as if it would rush out from him at any moment.

What's the matter? 'Nothing'. She smiled. 'I have to go now. It's time for my shift already'. 'Ok'. She turned to go but stopped and turned back. She took my hand and dropped something in it. 'Take it along with you on your hunt OK?'. 'Ok'. 'Promise?'. 'Promise'. She kissed my forehead and left. I opened my hand to reveal a necklace with cross. ¶•¶•¶•¶

After that, she said lightly, “Matsumoto Yoshito, I hope that you will remember my name before you die. My name is Rosalie Schulz!” After she was done speaking, she shook her hand a little, and the sunflower seed made from white jade flew out of her hands directly. In the next second, a tiny and bloody hole appeared at the center of Yoshito’s eyebrows, and he had already lost his vitality at this time. He fell to the ground with a thud, and he died instantly on the spot!

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

“You saw nothing, Dante.” “The doll was boring anyway.” “In our world, Agent Rossi, a calculator is far more lethal than a shotgun.” The encrypted satellite phone beneath his pillow vibrated with a short, muffled pulse. Dante flipped it open with a slick, practiced motion of his thumb, the blue light illuminating the hard, sweating angles of his face. "Rossi," he muttered into the receiver, his voice a flat, gravelly whisper.

Shin stepped away from the wall. His wound had reopened. “Shigure.” Shigure turned. Shin held up a small object. A silver clasp stained with blood. “I found this near the west stair.” The room shifted toward him. Shigure took it. His face hardened. It was shaped like a crescent crossed by a fang. Renji stared. “Black Hollow.” Hayate’s breathing changed. “That symbol belonged to Soren.” “He is dead,” Kiyomi said. Shin looked at the lower stairwell.