Invincible Angstrom Levy Death Novels & Stories

Rachel noticed the medical report tightly clenched in my right hand. She lunged forward, snatched it away, and tore it into pieces before triumphantly declaring, "I bet she's just here to play the victim, Jose. Don't let her fool you." Then, she lowered her voice and added, "Besides, I heard Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis is incurable, and she'll eventually end up paralyzed. You can't spend the rest of your life shackled to a vegetable, can you?"

I just want to be there with Lucia. I lift up my head just in time to see Lev spot me as he walks into the waiting room with Nikolai and James flanking him. Pavel sustained serious injuries from the blast and is currently being treated, but the other two didn't make it out alive. My heart immediately goes out to them. Alfred will surely pay. “Brother.” Lev touches my shoulder in sympath, and as if he reads my mind, he adds, “We’ve kept him in the torture room at the company.”

Khorkina said dissatisfiedly, "What are you in such a hurry? Why don't you let me suck his blood up first, and then you can kill him?" Lev paid no attention to her and vented his grievance in a frenzy. After only a few dozen seconds, Anthony was no longer seen on the spot, and his entire body had been turned into the flesh on the ground. After revenge, Lev slowly transformed into a human being. And he was full of tears and looked up to the sky and shouted, "Wife, son, I finally avenged you today..." The hatred that had been suppressed in his heart for many years was completely released at this moment.

“What the fuck does that mean? The last time I checked—which was yesterday, by the way—everything was good. Lev had that assignment under control, or didn’t he?” Deafening silence followed, thick enough for a knife to cut right through. The only sounds between us were the heavy thumps of bass and beats from outside the room. Tikhon shifted uncomfortably. Worry wrinkles formed at the center of his forehead, and his jaw ticked. “Lev’s dead.” “Great.” Shit.

“Be who you were meant to be.” I took the syringe. Held it in my hand. Then— I smashed it on the floor. Anton flinched. “No,” I said. “I’ll never be yours.” And before he could speak— Justin fired. Anton collapsed. Blood blooming across his chest. Silence. I rushed to Leo, untying him. He groaned. “Took you long enough.” Justin came to my side, touching my back. “It’s over.” I looked down at Anton’s body.

“They did nothing wrong.” Levi tilted his head, studying me with mild interest, as though I were an inconvenience rather than a mother whose world he had obliterated. “My daughter,” I continued, my hands curling into fists. “She was innocent. Her only crime was being your granddaughter.” Something inside me cracked open at the memory of Fiona’s small body, cold and lifeless, wrapped in white. The last piece of humanity I had left shattered completely. Levi sighed, waving one hand dismissively. “I never meant for the kids to die,” he said casually. “I only wanted to distract and scare Rolex. Things got out of hand.”

"Why are you both asking about Lev. You both know the story well enough. Lev died along with Andrei" Raphael stuck his hands in his pocket and examined both his father and grandfather. "The ghost--the one whom we've been trying to get, we got information that his name is Lev" "Impossible"Armani said with a gasp. "Lev burnt to ashes along with Andrei. I saw the building burn to ashes with my own eyes. There was no way any body could escape" "Exactly. Lev is long gone. It's probably some other Lev"Micheal chorused

She lifted her head and glared at Levius who was still smiling despite the heavy atmosphere. “You’re finally back, Layla. Aren’t you going to thank me for knocking some sense in your head? Well then, you’re welcome--- huh?” Levius didn’t finished his sentence when a bolt of lightning slashed his right arm. It happened so quick that he didn’t notice anything at all until he saw his arm falling off.

It seemed as if Dea and Sam were closer now than they had been in years and both looked happier for it. The other three that had been helping Jason were already growing cold and pale. After Alec had killed the bitch who had ruthlessly stabbed me and attempted to stab him, he set me free. My first instinct was to stop Dea before she did something she would regret. Taking a life wasn't an easy feat. Once her anger ebbed, reality would strip her bare and leave her with a myriad of guilt. I didn't want her to bear that. Jason's face was disfigured. Blood oozed and pooled around his body. It surprised me that he was still breathing. I wasn't a merciless person. What Dea had done to him was enough

I jerk away, fury sparking through me again. “For the best? Amelia is dead, Leo! Dead! Because of your brilliant fucking plan, and you have the nerve to say it’s for the best?” Tears burn my eyes, grief and rage a living thing inside me. “She didn’t deserve you, Nickolas.” Uncle Leo’s words hit me like a punch to the gut. “No,” I snarl, getting right in his face, “I didn’t deserve her.” Uncle Leo opens his mouth to retort, but suddenly, he wrenches me around, shielding me with his body. I watch in horror as an arrow sprouts from his back. Then another. And another.