Near Death Note Figure Novels & Stories

Crowned with gloom and bone, tall as the ceiling, clad in something older than death itself, with eyes that flashed with hunger, not fire. Kade's faint, stifled voice broke the silence. "Don't move, Nyra." I wasn't planning to. The figure smiled with a faint curl of something otherworldly. Finally.

"Like I'm a pawn for you to control?! I didn't sign up for this costume party to be an errand boy! I have my own reasons for being here, and I'm no attack mage! You got beefy over there take him instead!!!" He said, pointing at the large framed figure on the throne. " Kanchi Asobi is a Holy Shoutorin artist. He doesn't fight anymore!!!" The figure snapped back at him. The figure walked over to the candelabra and dripped his blood over it once more.

Augustus lunged forward, embracing Sharmaine, who was unconscious from the pain. Nanami Vincent looked at Richard: "What are you talking about?" “Neva, she's been dead for thousands of years. Sharmaine is just Neva's next life, if you hate Neva so much, why don't you directly kill Neva from her previous life?" Richard holds the role of Nanami Vincent, perhaps in this world, the only person who dares scold the judge Nanami Vincent is Richard. Nanami Vincent laughed: "Do you want to die?"

Her body tensed up the moment she felt someone behind her. Her heart started pounding again, but she refused to be scared. She turned around in a defensive stance, then gasped when she saw a zombie doll standing there, staring at her. It was holding a lit torch, the flickering light casting eerie shadows across its creepy face. After a few seconds, Valeria noticed a folded note sticking out of the doll’s chest pocket. She quickly pulled it out, took the torch from its hand, and moved to a brighter part of the room to read it.

Bianca: It’s balance. Static hissed. The connection died. She crouched beside a broken statue, its marble face half-melted and brushed away the soot. Beneath it, someone had carved a mark into the stone: a phoenix sigil crossed with a single stroke through its heart. Her heart tightened. One of mine. A survivor. “Show yourself,” Bianca murmured. A figure emerged from the shadows a young man, no older than twenty, wearing a torn Red Council uniform. His eyes glimmered with terror and awe.

He kept kowtowing and said, "I beg you, let me go, give me another chance, and I won't let you down." The figure did not speak but raised his hand. Seeing this action, several staff members walked towards Yourry. In despair, Yourry helplessly closed his eyes and ended his life in the Earth Core. After Yourry's death, the figure under the strong light finally revealed his true appearance. His face was so exquisite that it made one's hair stand on end. The word "handsome" was not enough to describe his appearance. When he smiled, he gave off a sense of both righteousness and evilness.

By the window, Neo watched as cars departed from the neighborhood. He reached out, slowly drawing the curtains closed. Picking up the zombie doll from the floor, he placed it on a shelf in the small room. Then he walked over to the cabinet furthest inside and pulled open the drawer. Inside the drawer lay a row of handmade dolls. They were all tattered and strange-looking. Some were missing arms, some had broken legs. Others had their mouths sewn shut, their faces expressionless. These dolls all bore a striking resemblance to Jenny. Neo picked up one of the dolls, looking at its broken arm, his eyes filled with a chilling sense of foreboding.

He has casual clothes but most of his clothes and shoes are official. I am just about to leave when I notice another door near his briefcase. I open it. It is dark, and I take a minute to find the light switch. I let out a gasp when I see what is in there. It's pictures on the wall, pictures of me all around the room, the one in the middle is large acting as the focal point. And everyone I have ever met, and I mean everyone. There are large X's on some faces, on the people who are already dead. The pictures of Jade and her family have been cut. I can't look at this anymore.

"It's safe, Bima. The seeds are safe. We did it." Suddenly, from a deep crevice in the wall, a tall silhouette stepped out calmly. It was no longer Core Prime, nor a clone of Antonius or Ronald. The figure wore a pristine white robe untouched by a speck of dust, and in his hand, he held a small device emitting a pure white light. "You are truly interesting," the figure said, his voice eerily calm, as if observing a minor experiment in a laboratory. Bima tried to rise, but his body felt numb. He could only stare at the mysterious figure with increasingly blurred vision.

When Long Chen finished melting the ice on his face, he immediately removed the black figure's face covering. "Hm? Dead!" Long Chen was shocked when he saw that the figure in front of him was no longer breathing. It was clear that the man had died for reasons Long Chen could not accept. "He really killed himself! Who is he?" Long Chen thought with a serious face. Cracckkkk... BOOOOOMMM...