Death Island Leon Kennedy Novels & Stories

Although he was still conscious, it was apparent that he could not hold on any longer. “Are you playing a trick on me?” Kennedy stood up from the beach chair and began walking over to Tyr. “Unfortunately, your wife isn’t here. Therefore, you can’t leave with Mikhael today. Are you the one who killed my friends last night? How dare you, a man from Celestial Empire, kill the Rossi family’s people? How many lives do you think you have? Therefore, I can promise you that you will die a terrible death today.” Kennedy sounded angrier by the second.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

**PRESENT** “Isabella” Ken called again, she turned to him in rage again. She really didn’t fall for his acclamations ... “Edidiong is dead, so how can you see him?” She asked in a stern voice not looking up. Ken was shocked at the sound of her voice and at her question as he sat up right ... “He’s alive Bella, I saw him, he came to me a nd we discussed. He narrated the same exact story you told me the same exact way your packed were killed and how your father fought to save you as his ....” Ken’s phone rang again.

He leaned back, his grin widening. “We bring him home.” Isabella’s grip tightened on her phone, her mind racing as she stared at the message. "He’s not dead. But you will be." For a second, the world around her blurred. The dimly lit penthouse, the soft hum of the city outside—it all faded into the background. Leo was dead. He had to be. She had watched the news, seen the autopsy report, and even visited the grave herself. So who sent this? Ethan stood across the room, his body tense. He had seen enough in his line of work to recognize a genuine threat. And this? This wasn’t some prank. This was a declaration.