Scooby-doo Mystery Incorporated Grim Judgement Novels & Stories

Nothing rested upon its surface except for a clear outline, as if something should have been embedded there but had vanished, leaving only an empty groove. The Netherworld Judge stopped before the mirror, his steps halting as a complex expression appeared on his face. He sighed softly. "Ms. Cromwell, look here." The Netherworld Judge raised his hand, pointing to the empty groove, his voice low and hoarse: "What was originally embedded here was not the Book of Reincarnation, but the Reincarnation Mirror."

She was probably unaware that I still had memories she didn't know about. Aiden pronounced his verdict once more. "No scumbag behavior was displayed in this instance. Hanson Quill is not guilty." "Is the judge Hanson Quill's father or something? Or did he save the judge in his previous life perhaps? How does he still not count as a scumbag for this? I'm reporting the judge for accepting bribery!" "This is a bit too much. I won't say anything about the previous memories, but he's been caught in the act this time. How can the judge still pronounce him not guilty?"

"Fierro, why is your face doesn’t have a mark?" He raised his eyebrow. "Huh?" “N-nevermind . . .” I lowered my gaze. I was just hallucinating. “Are you still dreaming, Maximaze? Wake yourself up first” He sighed, approached me, and laid the tray on my bed. I gazed beside me. There was sunlight. "Maybe . . .” I sighed. “Maybe I was just dreaming—no, those were memories,” I whispered. More than a decade ago, I became the Death Judge. I, Maximaze Lativitus Park, was the youngest Death Judge in history. Having this title helped me learn more about the world. As I gathered more experiences, more nightmares started to haunt me.

A snapping sound echoed down the tunnel, sharp as a giant guitar string breaking. Air in front of them folded like paper. A figure stepped through. Not a boy this time, but something tall and thin, faceless—its head just a polished silver mirror, its cloak made of shifting shadows. The Judge. Julian jumped in front of Maya, gripping his iron pipe. “Stay back! I mean it!” The Judge stood still. No face, not even a mouth, but its voice rolled through the tunnel, vibrating in their bones. “Doctor of the Dirt,” the Judge said, “you’ve committed a great theft. You took the magic of the First Garden and gave it to insects.”

I let his words sink in, my heart slowly sliding into my stomach as my thoughts run wildly to keep up with my brain going into a state of emergency. Suddenly, it hits me like a blow, and I see him studying me, only waiting for me to elaborate on the suspicion he is already having. “They found something,” I breathe out, my chest squeezing as he nods. “They found something while testing Emma.” *** ‘We could get her out of here,’ Grim growls as I run back up the stairs to reach my quarters. He must be triggered by my discomfort, his primary instinct kicking in. ‘Let them take care of the Judge while we take care of mate.’

"You all seem to be enjoying yourselves, but let me remind you not to forget the rules of the game. None of you has stated your sins for this round. Please hurry. One minute remaining." I quickly looked at the timer on the wall. With all the fighting earlier, we had completely forgotten about time. I opened my mouth to speak, but another thought hit me. If I revealed the full truth about my own crime, it could be used against me in the next round. Wasn't that exactly what happened to Dwayne? Suddenly, I understood the true nature of this game. It was called The Judgement Chamber, meaning they were judging us by our sins. If I wanted to survive, I couldn't reveal everything.

It wasn’t particularly cold. “Oh come on,” I said. “It’ll be fine. If it’s one of those girl ghosts with the long black hair we’ll easily beat the shit out of her.” I followed Jespert through the gravestones, sword in hand just in case. Sadly, Sadako never appeared. In the middle of the cemetery there was a stone building. A crypt. The doorway was a gaping black hole. Jespert disappeared into it. I paused in the doorway and looked back at the Scooby gang jostling to let someone else go first.

Tonight, they had received news from the Death Inquisitor at the same time. Then, they rushed to Bright High School with their underlings. It was late at night and there was no light at all. The shadows of the trees under the moonlight were reflected on the ground. Coo Coo Coo! Accompanied by some strange cries, although more than a hundred people had come, they were still a little scared. They went upstairs and arrived at the scene of the crime. It was Grade three, Class two. According to the clues of the Death Judge, they had to find a laptop inside before 9:30 and clear the game before they could meet.

This whole thing is rigged! "Why does Judge Hart keep targeting Scarlett? This is obviously personal!" Nevertheless, standing at the bench, I remained calm. "A good student? Close friends with the victim? Someone captured this on a drone. How do you explain it?" A video clip appeared on the courtroom's large screen. The moment the footage began to play, everyone in the courtroom gasped.