Near Death Note Figure Novels & Stories

"He cannot resist the call of his own blood." Siron bit his lip. He? Who? Was it me? Or Morat? The figure then bent down, dipped its finger into the pool of blood on the floor, and added a line beneath the writing, completing the circular symbol. As it stood up, the emergency light briefly illuminated the side of its face. Siron saw pale skin, almost gray, and very dark eyes. Not the red eyes like the shadow before, but ordinary human eyes that were empty, without light. The figure then turned and walked toward the exit, still dragging the bundle. Siron waited until the footsteps vanished, then dared to come out of hiding.

All the people parted to the sides at the same time, making way for the Rolls-Royce Phantom! When Tengyuan Qianye saw the old man walking down from the Rolls Royce Phantom, he smiled sinisterly and gave Yang Xiao a knowing look, “You’re dead meat, Ancestor. Save me. It’s this kid who wants to kill me!” It was none other than Miyamoto Tianye. Miyamoto Tianye walked over, surrounded by a group of his men! When he saw a figure standing proudly in the crowd, a complicated look flashed through Miyamoto Tianye's eyes!

Enzo asks. Donatello shakes his head. “His dead, and there’s a message carved on him.” I gasp, using my hands to cover my mouth as he shows us a picture of his deceased body at the front gate with harsh carvings on his back that wasn’t too clear from the CCTV footage. “Fuck."

‎ ‎Zayden didn’t speak. ‎ ‎He just stepped closer and handed me the note. ‎ ‎My fingers shook as I opened it. ‎ ‎My breath stopped. ‎ ‎The handwriting was neat. Clean. Too calm for the message it carried. ‎ ‎“It was never meant to be you. ‎But now it is. ‎Stay close to him if you want to stay alive.” ‎ ‎Beneath the words, there was a small symbol drawn in black ink. ‎ ‎A symbol I’d never seen before.

the messenger replies and left. The shadow figure reached into the desk drawer and brought out an old photograph faded with age. The picture showed four young teenagers standing together and smiling at the camera. The figure brought out another newer picture of Maya Hart and stared at her face with an unreadable expression. Outside thunder rolled across the distant mountains. “It’s almost time,” the figure whispered. The candlelight flickered and the room darkened.

The figure stood alone, with blood dripping slowly from the head, but there was no movement at all. In fact, one couldn't even see the face or any outer features, cause the stained white gown was covering everything about the figure. Unexpectedly, Anita's lifeless head that rolled to his feet fifteen years ago, and the way she was slaughtered ruthlessly, flashed right in front of him. And in the next moment, he was taken to the exact time when it occured.... Zayn stood on a cold ground and witnessed what he did to Anita fifteen years ago.. The look of agony on her face....

The slid opening enabling him to enter the room before it closed shut. The figure was suspended on the wall, with different tubes attached to his body and wires connecting him to a machine to keep him from dying. He was pinned to the wall in a standing position with his eyes closed. “I see you’re taking a little nap” Nathan mused making the figure’s eyes flutter open before closing again, totally ignoring Nathan.

"But you forgot one thing. I’m not the 'Bridge' anymore. I’m the End-User." The Synthesizer let out a blinding flash of violet-amber light, and when it faded, a single, towering figure stood in the center of the sector—a creature of obsidian bone, silver fur, and human eyes, carrying a stick made of Pure Deletion.

Mercury eyes — silver and inhuman — studied the contents without a single muscle in his face moving. Orlo’s head stared back at him from inside the chest. The lackey’s eyes were open, frozen in an expression of terror that death had failed to erase. His skin had turned gray, ashen, black veins visible beneath the surface like the roots of a rotten tree. His lower jaw was missing. Beneath the head, stained with dried blood, lay a note. One single line written in firm, elegant handwriting: *“The next one will be yours. — A.”*

Sighing and again getting up from his rocking chair, the middle aged man returned to the glass which showed the preserved girl figure "I hope Alice survives, I hope she won't end up like you again! And if she remembers what she forgot, I can bring you back to our kingdom!" The figure of the middle-aged man closed his eyes when he felt the figure in the glass still have a heartbeat. Even though it's been in the glass tube for a long time. The figure touched his chest, then chose to leave. Leaving the room and the figure of a well-built man watching the middle-aged figure from afar. The figure also disappeared and chose to continue to watch.