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CHAPTER EIGHT: AVENGED The city lights shone in the overcast night. The bay waters had shook under the droppings of the demolished fortress and the pieces vanished in the depths. Half an hour later, the black water was as smooth and undisturbed as glass. Lysander was gone, flown off atop his dragon. Away from the wharves and busy part of the city, a man crawled out of the water into mud-muck. Reburn strained against the biting cold, gritting his teeth and pawing through the marsh. Droop

CHAPTER SEVEN: MARK FIVES Cargo ships in the bay had been employing greater security in light of the rise in piracy. Titania's numbers had significantly grown under the leadership of newly Mark Five Reburn. It'd always been the most well-known gang in the city, but now it was more powerful than it'd ever been. More powerful than it ever will be again, of that fact Lysander was quite sure. The guards had electric batons and tasers, but they were picked off by black throwing stars that we

CHAPTER SIX: THE RAMEI After another dreary funeral behind the distant groves they left Kanra buried beside Elise. While the others seemed to be in a numb sadness, Douglas felt only fury. He hated Reburn, but he was mad at his elemental too. Hunting down the Titania leader should've been their top priority the moment Elise died; they should've done more. They all trudged back to the house, a long walk. Training was cancelled that day. After they gave Lysander their report of what happen

Thanks! Death Note fanfiction is great! There should be a club for everyone who wants to write stories like this. There's so much that can be done with the death note as well as certain characters, their level of intelligence and motivations.

CHAPTER FIVE: REBURN From atop the tall barrier Reburn weaved his arms and a black chain extended, he snagged the end of it. Waving his other hand over his face he sprouted his black helmet. Then clutching the chain in both hands he descended the wall in jumps until he could fling himself atop the train. The black armored figure rose, standing on the front carriage. Douglas wasted no time in jumping upon his own carriage, scimitar in hand. He raced the length of the train while his siblings

CHAPTER FOUR: EDGAR A few days later the five crushers were again on a train, but this was public transport full of ordinary people. They were all in their white travelling cloaks, as customary. Though this wasn't a mission, it was a visit. Douglas thought of it more as reconnaissance. He sat quietly brooding and the others let him be. Lysander was a strict elemental who insisted his crushers undergo personal training and carry out missions. He didn't take too kindly to Douglas's meltdo

CHAPTER THREE: ASSASSINS A week later Douglas sat in a briefing room with the other crushers. He was scowling, flicking through a news report on a tablet screen: increased activity from Titania, there was another bank raid last night. He had his feet up on the table, scrolling with his finger as he read. Shari was studying the corkboard behind him and the others daydreamed in their seats as they waited. It was almost midday and Lysander had summoned them here; Douglas was really hoping they

CHAPTER TWO: TRAINING On the outskirts of the city was Lysander's modern base. It was the tall glass house they lived in, but it was more reminiscent of a base. The blonde man had a left arm of black metal, his orange crystal embedded at his shoulder. That was his elemental crystal – Lysander could never die unless it was broken but doing so was no easy feat. He wore a white kimono-uniform. His only other distinguishable feature was his right eye – red and slitted. The 'Dragon's Eye'. "

CHAPTER ONE: PROLOGUE Light from a patrol boat swept across the concrete, cranes and storage crates. Ski-masked men in black policed the outside while a deal was being made in the warehouse. It was pitch dark until the spotlight made its routine sweep. Crouching from atop the tin roof, Douglas had to admit there was more of them than he'd thought. The black-haired youth fiddled with his ear-piece, picking up snippets of conversation through static. He needed a better spot; waiting until

Douglas is one of Lysander's crushers and finds himself and his siblings at risk from a strange new enemy.

Sooo I'm glad you guys liked my story Wicked. It along with Necromancer and Ceramic Flowers make up my three gay novellas. Which did you guys like better? According to the stats it's Necromancer. There could be various reasons for this. Like, the story does portray itself to be a typical romance up until the point you realise a relationship wasn't gonna happen. A harsh slap of reality right there. 😒 Anyways before asking about opinions on a fourth novella, I was going over old profiles and saw how little attention my old Death Note fanfic got. Considering the fact it was completed and novel-length I found that unfair. And so since I was re-watching the anime I decided I'd put it up here and am glad some people could enjoy it. It was stagnating there on FanFiction. I have exams very soon so can't jump into any recreational writing. But I have looked over three other old stories I could upload here as well. They are: Triton Prism, a nine chapter short with superpowers action but no gay themes. Mini-Crusher Tournie, a humorous but also superpowers action that goes for a little longer (no gay stuff). And Metis Chronicles, which was designed to have four novels and I have finished three. It also contains magical action but also gay vampires. And is dark and tragic in its own right. I reckon I ought to upload Metis last seeing as the final book isn't complete. By reading how I write action you guys will be able to make better suggestions with a better perspective on how I write the different genres.

Thanks so much! ❤️ Death Note the anime was really psychological so I tried to copy that here, even though my story was focused on a group of school kids. I've been wondering if I should write another story with a death note, but have not come up with any great ideas yet. Though if I do I'll be making the central character gay.

Chapter 13: REVOLUTION Ethan: I don't know how long we walked. Turning at several streets, I led Hannah away as if being hidden would keep us safe. Eventually it proved too much for her and she insisted on stopping once we came across an empty real estate property. Up until then I'd been supporting her while we slowly and numbly escaped. Now she leaned back against a tree and I took a few steps away to give her space to breathe. Feeling a sudden wave of vertigo I fell to my hands and kne

Chapter 12: ULTIMATUM Ethan: The entrance to the school library was only a few metres away. I paced towards it quickly, wondering what on Earth I was going to say to Billy. Before I could reach the double doors I was intercepted and my path became blocked by Ms Leroy, my Earth and Environment teacher. When she looked at me her expression was sombre and very serious "Ethan Jones. You need to come with me right now." I paused, taken aback by the urgency in her mildly accentuated wo

Chapter 11: OVERKILL Billy: It had been three days since Hannah had reclaimed the death note from her thief. She had previously been in possession of the notebook, but yesterday she had transferred it to Jack. Based on how the cycle was, I should be the one with the notebook in seven days' time. Disappointment. It didn't look like that was going to happen. I remembered the words Jack had spoken to me. As long as I'm alive, you won't have another turn at it. If anything could be s

Chapter 10: INCONSPICUOUS Hannah: "I don't believe this! How the fuck could this have happened?" I sat in our secret meeting place, the secluded art room, scowling. If Jack kept this up the teachers in the art staff room were going to burst in to find out what all the yelling was about... I had long since given up on trying to get Jack to calm down. What's done is done, all that's left is to calmly and concisely make a plan to get the death note back into our possession. Not that

Chapter 9: THIEF Ethan: It was nearing the end of May and I could sense winter's approach. At lunch time I made my way back to the empty Visual Arts room where we would all meet. Making sure no teacher saw me I quickly opened the door and went inside. "Hello, Ethan." Gallu growled merrily. "Hi," Hannah greeted happily and then frowned for some reason. "Hello," mumbled Billy. He looked down, embarrassed from where he sat and I was once again reminded of him before he had accep

Chapter 8: DECISION Billy: Gallu was right. It did feel strange, if only a bit. Gallu moved his hand away and I opened my eyes. Vividness. I couldn't help the grin that spread wide across my face, revealing my teeth. The others stared at me strangely, worried by my expression but I ignored them. Everything looks so clear! My vision was so much better than it was before, in comparison it was as if I'd been staring through a film. "Billy?" Ethan stepped forward, concerned. I could

Chapter 7: ACCOMPLICES Hannah: My life had suddenly become a whole lot stranger in the course of only a few days. It was Wednesday morning when I arrived at school late, as I often do, so I had gone to the office to collect a late note, which I also often do. Then two boys, Jack and Ethan started attacking each other, rolling on the floor, fighting over a silly black notebook. I didn't want to believe it when they told me. There was no way that a notebook could have the power to kill

Chapter 6: CONFRONTATION Ethan: Mr Harris was loathed by most students in the school. He was a small man who always wore business suits to school, even when the other teachers dressed casually. He loved the idea of heading assemblies and looking important. He had no hair and his head shined as if it'd been waxed. Either that or he was constantly perspiring. As he addressed the student body I could tell that there was another emotion he had in place of his usual arrogance. Behind the ange

Chapter 5: PLAN Vincent: I exited the bathroom when I heard a shout from the other room. When I entered the front room I saw the door swing closed. Donald and two of his friends were heading out to his car and their deaths. The one called Michel was yelling after them. "What are you doing? The boss said you have to stay here and call if anything happens!" When he noticed me he looked a little relieved "Vincent, isn't it? Help me! They just mumbled something about joy-riding, then

Chapter 4: ASSASSINATION Jack: "I missed a meeting with Tony, is that what you're saying?" he narrowed his eyes, it looked like he knew I was playing dumb. "Tony may have been slim, but he was a black belt in karate. I don't like the idea that someone like him was overpowered and murdered by a punk that still goes to school, either. Martinez is pretty desperate to find out if Tony was killed. They were good friends before he died." "It's quite sad that Tony died but I'm telling y

Chapter 3: CULPRIT Jack: I knew his name started with 'e'. Edward or Ethan or something. Even if I knew his first name I still needed his last name in order to kill him. What I really needed were school photos. I suppose looking back, killing Joel Robinson in front of the assembly wasn't the smartest thing to do. He was a bully, but now the previous owner knows that someone else at the school has the death note. They've probably figured out that it's someone from the same year as the

Hey I have been able to upload these two chapters without needing them to be approved by a moderator. Does that mean I can upload all 13 chapters at once or should still do it once per day? 🤔

Chapter 2: KILLER Ethan: Who should I kill? The thought drifted through my mind. At first I thought it should be someone who deserves it. I thought of school and then I immediately thought of Joel Robinson, the Year 12 bully. He would deserve to die. Joel would only ever pick on someone when he knew a teacher wasn't looking. In primary school and even middle school troublesome students can be dealt with quickly and in a relatively harmless manner. I knew though, that adults were