Near Death Note Figure Novels & Stories

Though time-consuming, the situation was so strange that even Felix didn't dare interrupt. "Jean, these six figures are actual humans! Their bodies must have been treated with something after death to prevent decay all these years." Hearing Leah's whisper, Felix glanced at the figures. He was suddenly reminded of Benjamin from Astoria. That man had been very much alive, too. This descendant had merely preserved dead bodies. It was nowhere near Francis' level of skill, but impressive nonetheless. Even Felix, a peak Grandmaster Realm master, felt a twinge of fear. About ten minutes later, Kenneth positioned himself behind one of the figures. He knelt down and tapped its back five times.

“Yes doc” --------- John Carl POV “What happened? Why... Why... Why do I see my body is lying there?!” I tried to hold my body but my hand just pass-through “No... Am I already a ghost?! this can’t be happening!” as I continue to approach my body nothing is change, it can’t be happening! “Estimated time of death 2:58 pm”- ? a sudden figure appears behind me “Who are you!?” this person is wearing a long black jacket and a mysterious black hat, though he looks scary it approaches me

It's clear he's dead because there's a silver arrow sticking out of his chest with a note hanging from the end. Cressida is back, but she's not your only problem. See you soon.

Compared to everything else— this room is untouched. Perfectly preserved. “That’s not good, is it?” I say. “No.” “Why?” “Because it means it was meant to survive.” My stomach drops. “Survive what?” Before he can answer— a slow clap echoes through the room. Sharp. Deliberate. Familiar. We both turn instantly. And there— standing in the shadows at the far end— is the figure. Unharmed. Unbothered. Waiting. “I was wondering if you’d make it this far,” they say.

CULLEN’s POV The rain poured heavily. The dark clouds loomed above, seething with fury. I sipped my bittersweet coffee as the Death Note on my desk began to glow faintly. I reached out and took it in my hand. An unfamiliar name appeared, along with the details of death. “Clark Stephen Daniel,” I muttered with a sigh. “Your time has come. I’m coming to collect,” I whispered, my voice void of warmth. It was time to reap his soul. The details were clear—he would die tonight, inside a nightclub.

“My offer to sign her name in my Death Note still stands.” Eleonor glanced at her with unhidden curiosity. “What's a death note?” “Something I wish existed outside the fantasy world.” I gave them both a wry smile before shifting my gaze to Eleonor. “And if you want to know the details, I'm sure that Joy will gladly lend you her manga collection.” “Sounds interesting.” Eleonor chuckled.

“Do you think this means…death?” “It would make sense,” Anton murmurs, leaning closer, the frown on his face suggesting that he, too, hasn’t figured it out. He turns his eyes to the right, to the next panel, and steps over to it. I follow, my eyes moving to the top and seeing again the figure of the young man, the crescent moon, the flower of life. I frown as my eyes move further down the tablet. But as I begin to understand what I’m looking at, my frown falls away as my draw drops, my lips parting with shock.

Dreygur got out of his car and slowly followed the niece. Sumire who received a gift from her uncle Chadwick wanted to pray at the shrine of Death and wish her life to end without killing herself. But her prayer was interrupted when she found a godlike man wearing an expensive all-black suit napping while his book was placed on his belly, wearing round black glasses. Sumire was hypnotized and approached closer to the long table of the shrine where the man was silently sleeping. She climbed up and sat next to his head and stared at him for a long time. Sumire unconsciously leaned and kissed the man on the lips. At the top of the man, she stole something from the shrine, bringing the bizarre p

Although her final words came to my ears muted by the loud pounding in my chest, my lip-reading skills allowed me to get the message. “Tell Catherine I love her.” “FELIZA!!” With shaking pupils, I stared at her now-dead body. Twisted limbs, broken bones, bashed head, a pool of blood… It was a gruesome image yet she wore a smile on her lips. Although I couldn’t clearly see it, her open eyes may be glistening with her last tears. I clenched my fist around the note she left for her beloved person. I was about to leave my spot and descend from the rooftop when a familiar figure came into my view. In the gathering crowd below, Hibara, the bespectacled transferee student in our class from last wee

Some held none, their hands instead carrying tokens stones, drawings, fabric, small pieces of who was gone. At the center stood the names. Etched into glass. Not in order. Not by rank. Just by when they were remembered. A ripple of silence passed through the gathering. And then it broke. Kaya didn’t notice the figure at first. They stood just beyond the tree line, half in shadow. Not tall. Not imposing. But unmistakable. Because Kaya had seen that face once before. In a sealed Echo report marked KIA Unconfirmed. Her breath caught. She stepped forward slowly, not trusting her own voice.