L From Death Note Novels & Stories

Tania, still motionless, was the last to rise. Inside her cramped cell, with only a stained ceiling and the smell of rust and bleach for company, Tania replayed the letter over and over in her mind. That single handwritten note had cut through her like a blade. It wasn’t just the contents, it was the signature. Or rather, the single initial that had haunted her since: L. Lucas. No, it couldn’t be. She had been there at the funeral. Brief as it was. She saw the closed casket. No body viewings. But still, the funeral was real.

It felt heavy, and with the edges of the book looking slightly ripped, I could only imagine the contents inside being worse off. Turning to the lock on the side, I tried to pry it open, yet it didn't budge. It looked rusted shut, as a small, unrecognisable symbol caught my attention. From what I could make out, it seemed to be an H with vines woven around the letter. Groaning, I gripped the lock tighter and pulled as hard as I could. "Come on, you stupid thing." Realising I wasn't going to get anywhere with the stupid lock, I threw it back onto the desk, causing a loud thud to echo through my small room.

Apparently, he got the tea straight out the kettle. ‘“Girlllllllllllll, did you read the paper miss ma’am was caught red handed by the janitor fucking a client!” Laments Dexter Capri stares at him in confusion….. She said “what are you reporting now? No scratch that, who are you reporting now?” Dexter****

“Is this you?” Her eyes lit up, she ran her fingers through it and smiled. “Yes, this was when the late Luna just put to bed. It was my first time holding the young Lord.” “You were so pretty,” I muttered. My eyes caught another portrait, the little girl in it was so pretty and she was holding hands with little Calyx. Moira tucked my hair beneath my ear and chuckled, “You look even more beautiful as a young lady.” The door opened on us and a guard walked in.

"A cursed lineage taking over from a cursed man. It fits perfectly, doesn’t it?" Thorne’s eyes met mine, and sympathy and caution meshed into his stare. “What do we do, Alpha? There’s bound to be unrest and power struggles. And with her...” “The Luna of Death,” I murmured. The title hung heavy in the air, chilling the room with its implications. “We need to tread carefully, Thorne. She’s a living weapon, destructive and unpredictable.” Thorne nodded, understanding the unspoken complexities. “Do you want to reach out? Offer some kind of truce or—”

Fu Yandong whispered to himself angrily while clenching his fists tightly. Authors’ notes: J: What’s with L's obsession with the bottom being so weak?! I feel that he’s even weaker than me! L: That’ll make him very cute (at the back) J:... J: i don’t like this…WTF is going on here (smile cry

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

Where did the Lucas who said he'd protect me forever go? 【October 20. The dungeon is so cold, the water is so dirty. I didn't use the silver dagger to kill Seraphina. Forget it, explaining is useless. You were once good to me, and I have repaid that with my blood. Goodbye, my love. Goodbye, my brothers. I hope in my next life, I won't have to be a replacement, and I can have a real family. 】 …… Early the next morning, while I was still leaning weakly against the headboard, the door was kicked open.

ALANA L stepped out of the tunnel like he’d been waiting for this moment his entire life. Tall. Composed. Dressed in black that didn’t catch the light. His face still partly shadowed, but the ring—the one with that carved, impossible “L”—caught the glow of our flashlights in a way that made my stomach twist. He moved like a man who wasn’t afraid of dying. Like a man who believed he couldn’t. Zach shifted fully in front of me, body coiled with a violence that vibrated through his skin. Every line of him screamed lethal intent, but his voice—God, his voice—was low and controlled.

Ceynol stepped back, watching as the woman’s body twitched for a few seconds before going completely still. The guards rushed forward, checking her pulse. “She’s dead,” one of them confirmed grimly. But Ceynol wasn’t looking at her anymore. His focus was on the bloodstained note still lying on Crown’s bed. His heart pounded as he reached for it, his fingers trembling slightly—a rare sign of emotion for him. He unfolded the paper. The words were scrawled in dark red ink—or worse, actual blood. “The next fall won’t be an accident. – L”