L Death Note Novels & Stories

Harder. “Who left this?” he demanded. Lucian shook his head. “We don’t know.” Adrian crouched beside the scrapbook, examining the first note without touching it. His calmness wasn’t comforting—it was clinical, the kind of calm that came before a calculated takedown. “He wasn’t supposed to die,” Adrian read aloud, his voice low. “So whoever wrote this thinks the death was deliberate… or premature.” Arian’s little fingers clenched around my shirt.

But in the places I couldn't see, a stream of comments flooded the live chat. "OMG! Look who it is! Delicious is here! My white-clad Prince Charming!" "With Delicious here, even a nine-star difficulty level should be a breeze!" "He's so nice. He always helps new players. They're set with him in the team!" I couldn't see the comments. I was just squeezed into the crowd, listening as the young man in white explained the game. From his words, I learned that some people who died unexpectedly were brought into this Death Game. If they managed to clear the level, they could extend their lives in the real world. In other words, this was a second chance at life, granted by God.

KARA Leo didn’t flinch. His eyes locked on mine, feral, glowing faintly gold under the moon. But this was not the Leo we knew. Not anymore. Something inside him was wrong—off. He was supposed to be dead. Buried. Gone. And yet, there he stood. Breathing. Smirking. Delilah edged closer beside me, her voice low. “He shouldn’t be alive. We saw him die.” “Then we buried the wrong body,” I whispered.

Their wives, Evangeline and Delilah, sat off to the side. Evangeline's eyes lit up when she saw me, flashing a welcoming smile. Delilah, on the other hand, gave me a once-over, her lips curving into something between suspicion and curiosity. She leaned toward Evangeline, whispering something that made them both smirk at me. “It’s done,” Alessandro announced, “Walter Lee is dead.” For a moment, no one said anything. Then Lorenzo, without looking up, tapped a few keys on his laptop and spun the screen toward us. “You were spotted.”

“We just killed her right?” Kira grimaced and sent the image back to the director’s terminal. “Yeah, we did. Something’s not right with your intel.” “You sure about that?” Rodrigo asked flatly. “Her name was Lilia Baudin. I watched her head explode in my scope two years ago in Prague. Yeah, I’m pretty damn sure.” “A highly possibility that she's an Awakaned too?” Knight asked in the tense silence that followed. Kira managed to contain his flinch, but just barely.

“I want to be alone.” Both of them exchanged glances then nodded. Lily locked the door shut when she entered her room, leaning against the cold wood of the door. For a long time she did nothing. Then she leaned forward and reached for the bag that lay on the bed. With trembling hands, she pulled out the folder she had been given at the office. She brought out her father’s case file. Inside it was the death report. February 21st. 11:00 p.m. Arbat District, Moscow: near Old Arbat Street.

I questioned and my head went down slightly "She doesn't even know what-" Death starts saying "Yes I do, so shut up," I tell him fiercely widening the eyes of Aphrodite as they all struggle not to laugh, but Zeus does not hold it in and bursts into laughter making Death roll his eyes. "You didn't even know who I was," Death says

She turns to see her friend flailing in the darkness, the body being thrown around by an unseen entity as blood splatters everywhere. She’s screaming, as the survivors run for their lives and straight into the forest, while the Death-Noodle gives chase. I hope those who have fought the Death-Noodle can recognise its movements. She hasn’t seen it yet, and it feels like every second is lasting forever. I glance around, trying to see the rest of the people here. I can see Leo leaning forward as he assesses the memory, Rayhan, Liam… Del… they’re all observing it carefully. Dad’s frowning as he watches, his eyes glimmering red, and I realise he’s holding my hand…

I bent down, picking it up, closing the door behind me. I hurried to open it, wondering if it might be a gift from Rafael. I left the wrapping on the table, opening the box at once. My breath caught when I saw what was inside. There was a shirt torn to shreds, as I took it in my hands I knew it was mine, the one I was wearing the day I killed the boy. There was also a note. I read it, with trembling hands. Carolina Lane, I know what you are. I know you killed Dereck and if you don't come to 112th Avenue at 9:00 p.m. on Friday night, the whole university will know. You have been warned. "P"

Lyle's POV: I looked towards Milo's sleeping body and kissed the top of his head before slipping out of bed. I walked into the closet and changed into a pair of sweats and a batman shirt before walking out to my phone and ordered a maid to take Milo a bottle of blood to him than one to Silas's study. I walked out towards his study then to get the desk work done for him while he was away. I stepped inside and sat down at the desk, starting up on sorting the mail out for him, throwing ones away that were unimportant than going through the letters with money. Once I finished off those I started sorting out the ones he would have to reply to and sat them aside for when he gets back. I scanned ov