Invincible Angstrom Levy Death Novels & Stories

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.

I scream as I pull Kate into my arms. “Lester is dead. Alexander killed him,” Angie cries. Both of the women look terrified. “Where is Alexander?” I ask Kate. I pull her out of the truck as she shakes violently. Angie is white as a ghost. “He tried to stop us from leaving the cabin. Kate tried to hit him, but he moves really fast. He got out of the way before she could run him over with the truck. There was so much blood, Erick,” Angie says.

“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 observed, acknowledging the unstoppable force of vengeance that had taken hold of their grieving leader. Levi, however, countered with a steely resolve, his voice etched with the weight of anger and determination. "Stopping? Alexa deserves to die," he declared, his conviction echoing through the charged atmosphere. The rawness of emotion, born from the recent tragedy, fueled his unyielding stance against the perceived enemy.

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.