Near Death Note Figure Novels & Stories

I just want to die and ask the Moon Goddess for a better life in the next life. Before I pass out completely and wait for death to take me, I see a figure coming towards me. I don’t know who it is, but I don’t think it’s Cain, or there would be two other figures with him. I can’t see clearly. My eyes are full of tears, but also, one of my eyes is swollen and I can’t see out of it too well now. The figure leans down next to me. “Holy Moon Goddess. Can you hear me?”

He said in a hollow and baritone voice likewise came out from a pit. “Good evening!” simultaneous replies. Even though our voices are shaking with cold and fear we tried to talk to him to know what exactly his intention and who is he. “I am a Shinigami or what do you call in folklore? A god of death. I am your driver from this ride.” “Whoa!!! Like in death note? Amazing man!!!! Haha,” one of the two guys, Travis the taller man said while happily amazed by the thought.

He turns around. He has a note on his hand. "LAST WARNING!!!" Seven reads it out loud. "RUN AWAY OR DIE!!!" The Third Note. 💀💀💀💀💀💀

the sight made the hairs at the back of her neck stand. she took out her phone and switched on the light to have a better look. She noticed that they had spread around the base of the bench. No matter how much she looked, she could not locate anything rotten under the bench. rather a piece of paper stuck out from under one of the legs of the bench, then she pulled it out, and her heart started racing. The note read: ~Next time, they will be eating your dead flesh. ~ She let out a scream and dropped the note on the floor.

It was a churning, oily purple. Standing at the edge of the perimeter was a figure that shouldn't exist. He was tall, gaunt, and wrapped in a shroud of living shadows that seemed to eat the torchlight. His skin was the color of a week-old corpse, and his eyes weren't gold or silver. They were pits of roiling, violet smoke. "Silas," Elodie whispered, her voice trembling. The man who had died in the labs—the man Victor had personally watched burn—raised a hand. The shadows behind him moved.

By the time I had processed that observation and looked directly, the figure had gone. I remained at the table for a moment, running back through what I had seen. Male, I thought. Unfamiliar. Carrying something - a notebook, possibly, or a phone held in the specific way of someone photographing rather than simply using. Gone in the direction of the corner before I had been able to get a clear look at the face. It may have been nothing. It probably was nothing.

I told him and looked, He nodded and started walking towards the right side of the building, I looked at the painting again before following Dark. Nothing has changed for Zero, even though he passed away a long time ago, he is still very handsome.

A dark figure stood among the distant trees beyond the manor walls. Watching. Waiting. Motionless. Moonlight illuminated a pair of silver eyes. Eyes fixed directly on me. Then the figure smiled. And vanished into the darkness. Leaving me with one terrifying question. Who was watching the girl who had returned from the dead?

With that, he turned slightly, nodding to Atonio who stepped towards a laptop set up near the head of the table. "If I may?" Yamamoto gave a single, slow nod and Antonio immediately clicked a button. . The projector hummed to life, casting it's blue light across the far wall. Antonio clicked another button and the first image displayed on the wall. A body was lying in a place I couldn't recognise, flies surrounding it. The body had bruised cheeks, a missing finger and a single bullet hole at the center of the forehead. The body was very pale, very bloated and very familiar.

Everyone looked. A figure appeared near the edge of the recording. Only for a second. Barely visible. Moving between shadows. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Calm. The timestamp showed it happened after the battle. After the attackers died. The figure approached one of the corpses. Knelt. Removed something. Then disappeared. Marco frowned. "That's him?" Gabriel nodded. "I think so." The image zoomed closer. Not enough to reveal a face. But enough to show something else.