Shinigami King Death Note Novels & Stories

Akira smiled sweetly, he knew something behind it all. Meanwhile on the shores of the lake, there are others who also pay attention to An and Akira from a distance. That person is none other than Kim. He kept feeling jealous seeing another man hugging An. He was sure the man was Akira, who was none other than the vampire king. Kim realized something when he saw the letter from An that he had snatched from Kazexian. The letter contains a picture of the royal palace of a vampire. Kim had guessed this, the person who would become a rival for An's love was not only a younger brother but also a vampire king. Kim remembered the man close to An when he was mocking An, the man was the king of vampir

WWS HEADMASTER'S ROOM PROFESSOR DUNSTON'S POV: I was thinking something serious as Queen Harney walked in along with King Jonny and King Nashall. Harney asked-" Is it true what I heard?" I said while nodding his head as he walked away from my chair-" Yes. The Night Riders are back" King Jonny and Nashall gasped while looking at the dead body that we have preserved in a glass coffin. I said-" Her skin was dried and pale. the blood has been sucked out from her neck. Looking at her eyes, she was shocked that it was open, that means, she knew who was it, and it was someone who is inside our school."

I find myself being restrained by the last surviving members of the army he had brought with him. Thrashing my bodyweight around, I'm quick to realise that I'm still too weak to throw them off me. I let out a raging roar as the Knight Commander stands before me, rubbing the base of his neck. “End of the line, Alpha King, Zion.” He growls with amusement dancing in his eyes, right before he thrusts his hand forward and rips out my fucking heart, tossing it onto the snow. “Drag him back to the ship. The Queen wants proof of his death.” I hear the bastard order as I am plunged into a realm of bitter sweet darkness…

“I don’t have to prove anything. I’m not here to get my hands dirty. I can just kill you like that and be done with it.” He must have done something with his magic because Jax grunted, and his shoulders tensed. A vein popped up at the side of his neck as he strained against it. His eyes started glowing as if he was trying to shift, but it didn’t seem to make a difference. And then, in the blink of an eye, Jax was on his knees. The Alpha King was on his knees in front of the Circle.

Her voice was calm but the stern gaze she held, showed that she is not pleased with the event unfolding before her. The King is dead. Her beloved sister, the Queen, is a crying mess. And now she is standing in front of a bloody pentagram that have ancient text and symbols that opens a portal that summons a being from beyond their world, more specifically, from Mayari's world. "From the same realm you summoned your apprentice," Lucas replied as he raised his palm towards Mayari. "from that realm I will also summon her kin."

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.

On the execution platform in the courtyard of the demon citadel. The crowd roared around him. Demons eager for blood. The prisoner struggled against the guards forcing him down. Adrian barely noticed. He rested the massive executioner’s blade against his shoulder and looked up toward the throne tower high above the courtyard. Even from this distance… He could feel the king’s presence. Watching. Waiting. The Demon King had many soldiers. Many servants. But only one executioner. Adrian. The man who killed without hesitation. The man who felt nothing when the blade fell.

The blonde froze in place, not wanting to reveal his inner turmoil to his enemies. - Okay, I will fulfill my promise. Leave us! - the king addressed the onlookers. The vampires in the hall hurried to the exit. Tristan was relieved. The young man was sure that if he planned his moves correctly, he would be able to defeat this pair. Nevertheless, Tantario did not relax. The concept of honor was alien to the enemy. The king could kill the guest without any remorse, despite his own promise. But the Lord grinned and spoke: - I assume you are already familiar with the seraphim. After all, my doll is in your hands,” the king flashed his eyes dangerously, letting the young man know that he would gla

He let the asshole take the cheap shot only looking back to face him. “look at that look, you would think you were going to tear me limb from limb” Caldaur said laughing “come then lets get the beheading over with shall we” “my king...” one of consus’s men came in stopping at his look “talk he has a sword to his neck i dont think he can kill you from there” Caldaur said “we cannot find his familiar” the man said He stared saying nothing, but his heart elated she had gotten his message thank all the dieties for her ever quick response time.

But I don’t mourn his death—I only mourn wasted potential. I flex my fingers slowly, feeling the residual hum of magic under my skin, like static waiting for release. Every single one of those fools hiding behind their precious Alpha King is now infected with dark magic. Every last one of them. Their bodies won’t know it yet, not entirely—not until I decide to trigger it. I glance around the room. The walls are made of old stone, worn smooth by time. No windows. Just one heavy door, bolted shut from the inside. This place is older than any kingdom still standing—a forgotten piece of the world I dragged back into use.