Invincible Angstrom Levy Death Novels & Stories

Settling back in her chair, she pulls her cup closer but doesn’t drink from it. “You know nothing, Camila Yannickevna!” “Then tell me,” I argue. Layla sizes me up. My conviction wins out, and she hangs her head in defeat. “Yes. Asher killed Pyotr.” Her words hit me harder than I could ever expect. It’s as if someone has shoved me face-first into a pond of ice and is now holding me there. My throat closes and I find it hard to breathe. No. My God, it can’t be true. But Layla wouldn’t lie about this. There’s no reason.

"Dad intervened for me. I killed Nehir, Khan's boss, and he used that to negotiate. He saved my life, but it was the only thing he could save. I can't go back to Moscow. I step foot there, and I'll be dead in minutes." "Khan?" I furrowed my brow. "That's what I said." "The same one who killed Kira?" I asked sharply. Levy's eyes darkened at my words, and he took a deep breath before speaking. "I'm sorry about Kira, Nikolay, more than you'll ever know, but yes, the same one." The words hit my brain hard, and I took a drag from my cigarette, the one I still had in my hand. "When?" "When what?"

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.

Ashton remembered him—Lyle Fallon, who had tortured a young woman to death and then bragged about it with pride. He slowly lifted an arm. A cold, pitch-black glow gathered at his fingertip, then shot toward Lyle. A jet of black light ripped through the air, shot straight through Lyle's brow, and out the other side. A spray of blood erupted, painting the room red. With a strangled scream, Lyle toppled stiffly to the floor, a gory hole drilled between his eyebrows. He was most certainly dead. A chorus of shrieks split the air.

"Don't even think about clearing your name just because you've discovered that there's a problem with the serum. What a joke! You'll become brain-dead once all your brain waves are extracted. "The truth about the death of the Larsons and Brianna will be buried with you. No one will ever know. So what if you were raised by the Larsons, Damon? You still couldn't defeat me in the end. "You'll die as a murderer. Rest in peace." Levi straightened up when he'd finished speaking and shot me a challenging look. However, I had lain low for so long because I had been waiting for this very moment. I was not going to let his plan go smoothly.

Angelina sighed and said, “If Senior Armstrong fails, then it means that I’m going to die.” She suddenly recalled something while speaking of this, and a glint of hope appeared in her eyes. “Harvey York, I know! Find Harvey! “He instantly saw through my illness at a glance, and other people didn’t even know what the cause of my illness was! “Thus, he must have the means to help me solve the problem! “Old Walker, hurry up and go find him, no matter how much money he wants, just give him! “Because it is highly likely that Lucas Jean is going to kill him. If we act too slow, we might lose our chance!”

The quality she had described as compelling rather than charming. Ivan Slade had stood that way. I had noticed it at the Alpha Ball, in the three strides I crossed before hitting his jaw. Weight on the left, slight favour of the right side. Ivan Slade was officially dead. I had read the Nightshade healer's report. Three independent witnesses. An official death record filed with the continental pack registry, the same registry where someone with Alpha-level access had recently scrubbed a facial recognition profile. I picked up my phone. Lyra answered on the first ring.

I was curious to know what was going on and approached the scene. My sight caught the presence of Alex on the floor, blood scattered across the place. I gasped for a moment realizing he had been killed. "Ayla! We need to get you back to the kids." Levi’s right hand man says, the moment he caught sight of me approaching the scene. "What's happening?" I asked as he tried to turn me away from the scene. I caught a glimpse of a familiar face being laid out on the stretcher and instinct kicked in, the moment I realized it was Jaxon .

He was in sweats, barefoot, hair tousled like he’d just woken from a nap. “What the hell are you—” “She’s dead,” I cut in, my voice low and sharp. His entire expression froze. “What?” “Zara,” I hissed. “She’s dead, Levi. She got into a bike accident. They tried everything, but she died this morning. Her body was barely recognizable. And she died because of us.” Levi didn’t say a word. “She died thinking she was being toyed with by you. Again.” “Liam…” He tried to speak, but I held up a hand.

I feel like I am in a trance. “Why did you not pull out your gun?” I hear Miles’s voice, but I can’t even bother to look at who he is addressing. “I left it in the car.” “You fucking what?” Jamie asks, lunging at Alessandro in fury. “I… I…” He doesn’t say anything. “She is dead because you didn’t carry your gun, and it had to be up to Miles,” Jamie says, sobbing, and I am trying to process everything that is happening. Levine is dead.