Fanfiction Death Note Novels & Stories

The struggle was with her thought, the presence of a horrific ambience made known and the harmony and pitch of suspense played. Instantly, her thoughts went wild and further more, she saw something, perhaps something that she had no idea of. A room filled with wires and threads of many colours, all were somehow intertwined. A figure stood in between all threads, the face was not even seen in any possible way. She instantly recalled the death of Daniel and she saw the clip of the room again, the hand of the figure took out a scissors and as it cut the thread, Daniel's death met him instantly, where Gefion attacked. If not anything, she might just have opened a gate way, by the hand of Gefion,

There are only ten minutes left in the college entrance exam when the back door of the classroom bursts open. My best friend, Isaac Powell, kicks it in. He grabs me by the back of my collar, drags me out of the hall, and shoves me into a black SUV idling at the curb. "Are you insane? That was the college entrance exam!" I yell. "Is an exam more important than your life? The students in that room… are probably all dead by now!" Before I can respond, my phone starts buzzing like crazy. Notifications flood the class group chat. "@Trevon, the proctor is looking for you." "@Trevon, did you forget about the party after the test?" "@Trevon, where the hell did you go?" My stomach drops as I

Raiza asked in surprise. He handed it to them. "What's that? Ew, it was covered with blood! Err! Disgusting!" Jennifer said. "It's a Death Note," Raiza muttered while staring at the paper. "What does she need from me?" I asked incredulously. I just sat in the chair, because I felt weakness in my knees. "Darling, what's going on?! What happened out here?!" I turned to mommy as she approached where I was. She was obviously confused and anxious.

“But there’s nothing here?” My stomach dropped, and I looked around wildly. The walls were bare. The floor was dark stone. No symbols, no light, no pain. Nothing. “Kael, I swear – ” “Hey,” he cut in, leaning in slightly as if unsure weather to comfort me or keep his distance. “You’re shaking.” His brows furrowed, some of his anger fading away. “I am not imagining things,” I whispered. “I know what I saw.” He didn’t argue – didn’t say he believed me either – and somewhere inside, I knew he wasn’t going to believe me if I told him about the death note. Maybe Lucian was right after all – to keep all of this between us.

The killer is the same gunman who previously attempted to murder me. My breath hitches at my throat, papa shakes his head in disbelief, while Marius pales with unshed tears in his eyes. I wrap my arms around Marius, offering what comfort I can. Even if Lilian isn’t a good person, she’s still Marius’ sister, so this news is gonna be difficult for him to accept. But the news doesn’t stop there. Lilian’s killer also took his own life, leaving a death note, which reads more like a warning: Hazel Montgomery and Marius Thorne... you're next! Hide!

"Do you think just because we held the coronation ceremony and you became my Luna, you can do whatever you please? Let me be clear—if you don't reflect and confess, don't even think about getting out." Even now, he was still waiting for me to beg. Too bad I could no longer oblige. Leo was still holding Sophia, murmuring reassurances, when a subordinate burst through the door: "Alpha! The Luna—she... she appears to be dead!"

They stood, picked up the weathered scroll from Coach Kane along with a stark forensic examination record, and dropped both onto the iron table in front of her. The scroll was my brother's final words, written on beastfur with a piece of charcoal, the strokes uneven, every mark pressed with everything he had left. Beside it lay a diagram of my chest, broken open, the mark burned to ash. "Vivian Hale, look at what's in front of you." The official's voice held back extreme anger with visible effort. "One driven to jump from a cliff. One burned alive from the inside." "This is the achievement you were so proud to claim."

Except this one was dry. Untouched. A folded note rested on top. Noah unfolded it. The handwriting matched the damaged notebook perfectly. You found the wrong journal. Ava felt the room grow colder. Noah opened the new journal. The first page contained only a single sentence. My name is Adrian Voss, and if Noah Volkov is reading this, then I have already been dead for ten years. The room fell silent. Daniel looked at Noah. “So…” He swallowed hard. “The fifth man finally has a name.”

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.

I was trembling when I saw the final paper. It was a copy of the hidden autopsy report. I had erased it too. But I was too naive too realize Isabella was a IT genius. Cause of Death: Positional Asphyxiation. Time of Death: 8:45 PM. At the very end of the report, in the white margin, Isabella had written one final note in red ink: "You put her back in that crib so you could finish. You chose your lust over her life. You killed Elena. Now you’ve killed me. Enjoy your freedom, Mateo.”