Novel Death Note Novels & Stories

This is all my fault! Darren sounded quite sorrowful. "This isn't on you, Mr. Gulley. Death was never something we could prevent solely through our own efforts," Cassian consoled. "The second person who died was the young man who retrieved the young boy's body, right?" "That's right." Darren nodded. "Show me where he died." Before they left, Cassian took one last look at the well. He still couldn't figure out why there was so much necrotic energy in the well. That didn't make sense if only a child had died there.

When he opened the door, he was greeted by the sight of Carmen sitting on the couch, reading a book. Once she saw Evan, she held her arms open. Her voluptuous body was slightly visible beneath her sheer nightgown. Evan walked over to the couch and hugged her. He took a deep breath as he rested his head against her nape. "How did the autopsy go?" "The victim was a pitiful young woman. According to our preliminary findings, we suspect it's the work of an organ trafficking ring." Evan couldn't see Carmen's reaction, but as I was standing behind him, I could.

They won't even notice I'm gone. Exhaling deeply, I move from the window to my drawer where I've hidden the poison I'd drink. First, I take out the death note I've written from the drawer and staring at it, leads to tears brewing in my eyes. Unfortunately, they'd be blaming me for Zac's death already because I didn't show remorse. Pathetic. Grabbing the poison jar, I place the note on my bed and standing opposite my bed post, I open my mouth and gulp down every liquid from the jar.

Hungry for revenge to those who did me wrong, to those who sexually abused me, and to those who treated me like a pig. I remember my dream that I killed someone. It is not a dream but I did kill someone and he is Gin; one of those men who abused me. My dream is not a dream but a memory too that I killed someone. Now that I remember why I killed him; I don't feel any regret. I suddenly remembered about the black notebook. I know I just hid it somewhere and I want to see the names that I wrote there and how many were left. I immediately stood up to find the notebook. I put the doll down on my bed, I heard my phone ringing but I ignored it. Finding the black notebook is more important than the

Surely, she wouldn't think much about it since her toddlers were keeping her busy for the next couple of years. I was feeling the thrill as I smiled and entered the little cozy cottage, this was the first time that I needed to hide. The first time that someone might be after me and the excitement was getting to me. Huh, I didn't know that I'd feel giddy from receiving a death note. Three months, hmm... so many days, so many hours, surely I would solve the mystery of who wants me dead by then. In the meantime, I sent out a picture of my previous ransacked apartment and a picture of the death note and send it to Chad.

"So after we searched through the entire curriculum vitae of Mrs. Nicole, we found a death note that said Mrs. Nicole had died four years ago." "What? You must be kidding." screamed Jessica in disbelief. The woman immediately looked pale as she squeezed the edge of the table firmly to relieve her sudden overwhelming heart. She's been looking for Nicole this far. And she did not accept that Nicole was easily pronounced dead because of a death note. She can't accept that! “We have been searching for several days to find the curriculum vitae of Mrs. Nicole, and then we find the death note in the state archives which have long been kept in the archival vault. Mrs. Nicole was pronounced dead four

Maybe I'd been too quick to dismiss his protective measures as controlling. When I reached the apartment, I locked the door behind me and sank onto the couch, pulling the crumpled note from my pocket. I stared at the crude drawing, trying to make sense of it. It had to be a coincidence. No one could know about my death in another timeline. No one. My phone buzzed with a text from Dante: How was your day? I hesitated, then made a decision. I took a photo of the note and sent it to him with the message: Found this at work today. Any ideas?

Ceynol stepped back, watching as the woman’s body twitched for a few seconds before going completely still. The guards rushed forward, checking her pulse. “She’s dead,” one of them confirmed grimly. But Ceynol wasn’t looking at her anymore. His focus was on the bloodstained note still lying on Crown’s bed. His heart pounded as he reached for it, his fingers trembling slightly—a rare sign of emotion for him. He unfolded the paper. The words were scrawled in dark red ink—or worse, actual blood. “The next fall won’t be an accident. – L”

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.