Light's Death Note Novels & Stories

One of the estate guards poked his head inside. "Sorry," he said, somewhat winded. "There's… something you ought to see." He extended a small box—black velvet wrapping, no return address, no emblem. Only a note tied with a red string. Vandaulf picked it up gingerly. Lily pulled out the note and read aloud: "The past doesn't die just because you kiss in white. I buried your family once. I can bury your peace again. —B." Silence. Then the opening of the velvet box.

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.

This time Atlas isn’t here to intervene. I try to scream, but no sound comes out. I close my eyes, flailing against the magic. In that moment, my mind is utterly consumed by it. Then something happens, and at first I’m certain I’ve died. White light illuminates the darkness. It radiates out around me, breaking up the smoke in a blaze of pale, glowing tendrils. She actually did it, I think wonderingly. She killed me. They always say there’s a bright light…

"You call me all these things and pretend you care, but you don't! I still can't understand why you don't plan on killing me after I give birth because I'm not sure how I'll live a long, cruel life with such little love and husband who sleeps with a different, prettier woman, every night!" He narrows in on me with those dark, dangerous eyes. "Are you saying you want to die?" That's when I notice the glass lamp on my bedside table. Every word I said will happen if I don't stop it. "Yes," I say and I grab the lamp, hitting it as hard as I possibly can on my head. Then again and again until the blood blackens my sight and I lose the world around me.

Meredith stared at the towel confused as she heard Brayden opening their dresser. Maybe he wanted protection. They didn’t need to add children into their Death Contract. Meredith was glad Brayden was more level-headed than she was at that moment. She didn’t know what to think let alone how to think straight. When Brayden returned she saw the lights dancing off of all that was him. She was extremely awe struck by what she could only glimpse in the dim lit room. She had thought he was large but she didn’t remember it being that big. She unconsciously reached out to touch it.

“No. I’m only what remains in you — a memory that won’t fade.” He shook his head. “Then I’ll live with memory.” She bent down, slender finger on his lips. “Don’t you understand? I was Light. You were Darkness. We cannot exist together forever. But now, the world needs both to survive.” “The world?” — He laughed bitterly. “The world is dead, Evelyn.” “No,” she whispered — “it’s waiting to be reborn… with your blood.” He looked at her, eyes brimming. “You want me to sacrifice myself?”

JACOB “G-Guys… Bright Light… is online.” I GOT UP from Red’s chair in alarm and rushed to Team MM’s space. “WHAT?!” The Club President just said that Bright Light is Luciano’s gamer name! How could he be online when he’s lying dead in our clubroom’s doorway with Chief Velasquez? The gamer with a red forehead band pointed at his monitor with shaking hands. “He’s online!” “That can’t be! He’s dead!” I exclaimed but when my gaze landed on where he was pointing at, I found Bright Light on the list of online players.

I reached out and opened the door, revealing the dark office of Julia peters. My heart skipped a beat. I hadn't realised in my fear the day before that the office was unnaturally dark. The only light available was from a lantern at the farthest corner of the room. I thought someone like that should be able to afford to buy thousands of bulbs and chandeliers. I shrugged and looked around the room then I noticed a movement from the corner of my eyes and there she was. Seated in her chair, staring at me. No not me, Roddy.

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

Anna takes out a blade and is ready to attack but Lavi shakes his head. “Damien,” he calmly begins. “You know very well that we are innocent. The real culprit is Moira and her father!” “I do not care who the real murderer is,” Damien whispers. “I just need to kill you-” “AHHHHH!” A sudden burst of purple light hits him and he falls backwards. His men draw their swords and try to attack Lavi’s group but the purple light hits them as well. Lavi pushes Anna aside, shielding her but both of them are staring wide eyed at Nine.