Shinigami King Death Note Novels & Stories

I let out a sharp whimper, curling into myself, but a hand fisted in my hair and yanked my head back. “Look at the King,” a guard hissed. My blurred vision slowly cleared and my eyes collided with a pair of dark, blue eyes across the room. He was seated on a throne that looked like it was meant for the devil. I looked at his face and chills shot down my spine when I finally recognized him. It was The Lycan King, Alpha Zenith. What could I have possibly done wrong to be thrown in front of the King, known for being incredibly cruel and ruthless?

“Power always demands payment.” My fists clenched. “I’ll kill you.” Its laughter was low, haunting. “You already tried, little king. You used your blood to break Death. You used her heart to restore balance. What more will you give?” “Everything,” I hissed. I launched at him, claws forming, fury and grief merging into something primal. The Sigil ignited, light bursting from my chest as I drove my hand through his smoky form. For a moment, he faltered — but then the laughter came again. “You cannot kill what was born from your own blood.”

The nymph bowed and suddenly vanished into the forest. King Varon looked at his familiar. "Let's go, Nagga." *** The dream shifted and suddenly there I saw dead bodies everywhere. Broken buildings and debris were all over the place. Fires continued to burn as it scorched up the rest of the colors of the land. I saw how king Varon lunged at a man with dark shaggy hair, whom I assume is king Ferius. I saw Nagga in the background pinning the Chimera underneath him. The Tamer king gave his familiar a glance, a look of sadness flashed in them. The familiar looked at his partner too with the same gaze and whimpered. They knew what must be done. King Varon will die into sealing his own familiar and

Ryan declares as he thrusts hard into me, causing me to moan. I can’t believe how much he has me moaning like his damn whore. I guess at this rate, I am his personal whore because I’m certainly not his girlfriend. Ryan is the zombie king of the northeast. I’m not his queen, but kings are known for having mistresses. I have to wonder if Ryan has zombie queen, and if so, what does that make me? I hate that I’m thinking about this while Ryan and I are having sex, but I can’t help it.

She took a deep breath and I realized how close to death she really was. Sharra snapped her fingers and a golden cup appeared. She grabbed my hand with a strength I couldn't believe she possessed and cut my wrist with one of her nails. I watched my blood drain into the cup like water from a fall. "Perhaps you should tell her that death isn't the worst I can do." "What do you mean?" I asked the question, but I really didn't want to know. "Kenmei," she hollered. "Yes, my queen." He emerged wearing all black and dragging a woman beside him. There was a burlap bag over her head.

His tone sharpened. I swallowed hard, trying to breathe through the nausea. The King wasn’t the original reaper because he made a deal with Death. He wasn't a reaper at all. He was the Keeper. “You captured Death,” I whispered. “That’s why he can’t leave.” “That is why he is mine. His power is mine!” the King corrected, stepping closer again, and I stumbled a step back, my heel bumping into my mother’s body. “The crown before was a joke! It was weak and crumbled so easily!”

…It was painful to recall those memories, but at the same time, I also felt relieved that Restia and the others were doing well. The effort that I devoted to them for six years has finally borne fruit— but… it’s coming to an end soon. ‘I’m going to die soon.’ As if I could easily say such words to the girl— Kuroyuki Shiroha that was just in front of me. If I did, who knows how would she stop me…? I will take them down to my grave. Eventually, my story came to an end. However, there are some things I didn’t tell her, such as Principal’s actual identity as the King, my identity as the King Candidate and also the Highest Executive of Imperial Knights Academy, and my body deterioration side-effe

It was keyed to the end of Raiken’s bloodline. Daigo folded his arms. Unfortunately, he appears very alive. Raiken’s mouth barely moved. For now. I faced Shigure. There is another way. His silence came too quickly. Ren noticed. There is. Shigure looked toward the glass shelves. Not one I recommend. Say it. The seal recognises death through the king’s bond. Cold spread through my chest. Kiyomi understood first. It does not need his body. Hayate tightened his hold on her. It needs the bond to die.

"The letter. The abduction. Even the scout who so conveniently spotted me at the gate and lived long enough to report it. Alaric wanted you here, my king. Desperate, reckless, exactly where he needed you." The boots pounding down the stairwell grew louder, and Marlowe's mind raced through everything Torren had just confessed, every carefully placed piece of a trap they'd walked into with their eyes wide open. "Why," she demanded. "Why go to all this trouble instead of just attacking the palace directly?" "Because a king who dies defending his walls is a martyr," Torren said. "A king who dies chasing a human woman and her friend into a trap he should have seen coming is a cautionary tale. Ala

⸻ Seraphina looked at him in horror. “You remembered…” ⸻ Alessio slowly looked back at her. His voice barely above a whisper. ⸻ “I don’t know how…” He paused. ⸻ “…but I remember our son.” ⸻ At that exact moment… Somewhere deep beneath the underground palace… The Shadow King slowly opened his crimson eyes. He smiled. ⸻ “Excellent…” he whispered. ⸻ “The King remembers his family.” A long pause. His smile widened. ⸻ “Now it’s time for him…” ”…to remember how they died.” End of Chapter 18