Who Is Kira In Death Note Novels & Stories

She groaned and stepped back, dropping her staff. "Not bad," she said, putting the stick down. "At least you have potential.” She paused, after staring at me again, she continued, "You can stay. I’m Kira. I left my pack because my mate was a monster. I killed him before I left, and I’m not interested in ever going back." "I’m not going back either," I said.

“No, not yet. Though I’ve spent my spare time in Narok's presence, trying to hear any updates about Crimson Tide, nothing much has come so far.” "We have news from the field!" Narok suddenly called out to me as a woman walked into the den. Her eyes were sharp and focused as she scanned the room. "I’m Kira,” she introduced, shaking my hand. “A navigator in the field. I have been hired by Sir Narok to help with the daily information stream management." Narok nodded. "Indeed, Kira. Your expertise in this area will be greatly appreciated. The daily information stream is crucial to the safety and security of our pack and I need someone reliable and trustworthy to oversee it."

She doesn't hesitate at all to bring her up, and I'm thinking previously that the killer, Kira, is supposed to be a sore subject for her. I am still thinking when I read: "I know her name right now, and I'm diligently looking into her business and her activities. Soon enough, I'll get my results." "You know her name?" I question in absolute surprise. "What is it?" Somehow, my heart beats faster. I seem to already know what she would say, that she's not bluffing. "Kira," she says, and I feel my world go black. "Kira?" I respond. "How did you know?"

All the answers—I know they're right before my eyes, but I couldn't understand them… ‘You need to calm down first; only a rested mind can answer your questions,’ Kira said. For some reason, she's very composed. I focused on her words. She's actually right. I watched her quietly, ‘Do you have any doubts about anyone?’ I asked her. She didn't seem shocked at the question; instead, her expression said she expected it to come. ‘Before that, you should catch the warrior. He can answer most of it.’ Kira muttered, ‘but…’ She paused.

Sylvia said, not wasting any time to go straight to the point and the woman before us looked at her. “Firstly, my name is Kira and I am a subject of the PISTAN pack. I was a maid there for years after I lost everything and I worked along with Jenny. She even helped me once when I almost died so I owed it to her to pay her back for her kindness one day” She introduced herself and I was suddenly intrigued. She knew Jenny from the days she was a maid. She looked up at us to know if she could continue and it was still Sylvia who urged her on to continue speaking.

"It gave me the memory of everything you did to her. Every needle. Every cold night in that laboratory. Every time you told her she was a failure." "Wait!" Elena backed away, her eyes darting to the girl with the obsidian wings. "Kira! Protect me! I am your Queen!" The girl—Kira—didn't move. She stood there, her wings slightly unfurled, her white-gold eyes fixed on me. She didn't look like a killer. She looked like a ghost. "She won't help you, Mother," I said, stepping forward. I felt the Void rising, not as a drain, but as a flood. "She’s not a weapon anymore. She’s a witness."

And only one of us is eager to rush toward death with reckless abandon. "Has there been any bodies recorded recently? " Over the past five days, Kira hasn't relented in leaving bodies across the city. It was as if she was urging us to act after throwing us a lifeline. Given that she has spies in all sectors of the country, I'm sure she has gotten word that we're waiting on Epsilon before we attack. Or maybe she doesn't believe that Epsilon would want to intervene in a war that doesn't concern a country of hers. But then, if she's a staunch follower of the old ways, she believes that Epsilon would help her cause.

“You’re… not-“ “Ready? You always say that. But I’m not just some little kid anymore, so stop treating me like-“ “Yaku, please, don’t-“ “NOW YOU LISTEN, ONEE-SAN! I’M NOT JUST GOING TO BECOME AN ASSASSIN FOR THE HELL OF IT, I’M GOING TO BECOME AN ASSASSIN TO PROTECT EVERYTHING I LOVE!” Kira’s eyes widened as she processed that statement. Her mind then flashed back to a distant memory from years ago. A young girl with long jet-black hair and gray eyes stood in front of a woman with neck-length hair and hazel eyes. The girl extended her fist out as she stood stoically with blood smeared across her face. ‘I’M GOING TO BECOME AN ASSASSIN TO PROTECT EVERYTHING I LOVE!’ The memory caused agony to

Kira’s POV Miranda’s scream cut through the graveyard like a chainsaw. She pointed straight at me while still screaming, finger shaking so hard it looked like it might snap off. “She’s Kira! Why is she alive?! She’s supposed to be dead! We killed her…we pushed her off that balcony! Why won’t she stay dead?! She’s a ghost! A fucking ghost!” The whole crowd froze as murmurings and more gasps erupted. More phones shot up as cameras flashed. The reporters I’d tipped off earlier pressed further like sharks smelling blood.

Kira said the name of the woman in the picture as if hearing the questions she had in her head. They sat on the sofa and they started to talk about different things. “Why are you here?” She asked Kira right away when she sat down beside her. She still cannot understand why Kira is with her and this other friend of hers and that she is not dreaming. She knows for a fact, Kira died when they were really young. “Because you created me.” She said “You wanted me to be with you.” Kira said while smiling at her.