Levi Dying Novels & Stories

As it came to a halt in the narrow driveway. I slowly raised my head to find Leigh emerging from one of my father’s cars. I unintentionally stared as l watched her petite figure bend forward and grab a box from her seat. She turned towards me. And l watched as her usually vibrant bluebell eyes appeared dull and lifeless like as she slowly walked towards me. “I think thats the last of your stuff”, Charlie said from somewhere behind me. As he emerged from somewhere in the house. I turned towards him in time to see him freeze. At the entrance of the house. His eyes widening in shock as they stared directly ahead.

The Pack members were chatting nervously as Dale nodded slowly as if he had almost anticipated this. "So, are you going to kill me, brother?" Dale enquired. He sounded very much like Levi in terms of calm and clarity of voice. Too much like Levi for my liking. I shivered uncomfortably. "Yes. Today Dale Ethan will die" Levi announced. Levi grinned with the twisted, sly grin of a man with a purpose. He gave me another quick glance, and our eyes matched. Prior to doing so, Levi turned to face his younger brother, who looked almost just like him. He had just said that the man would pass away.

Kiran said. “Who’s alive? Who are you talking about?” Malachi asked with a frown. “Levi.” Malachi’s mouth opened and closed. “That’s not possible, Kiran. He died just before he turned three. He had leukemia and the hospital cremated him,” Malachi said after he’d processed that one name coming from Kiran’s mouth. “I know I shouldn’t trust Death, but, Dad, what he showed me still has to happen and if I don’t go, he’s going to die,” Kiran said seriously.

Jessica said, collapsing to the ground as she looked at Mom and Dad dazedly. Mom's face was ashen. She couldn't speak. "This isn't John, Dad." Suddenly, Julian shook his head. "Look, John has a birthmark on his ankle. This corpse doesn't have that!" Ignoring the nauseating stench, Dad leaned forward and examined the body. Then, he said furiously, "This isn't John! That bastard. How dare he use another person's corpse in his place just to frighten us!" "Someone get this rotten corpse out of here and feed it to the dogs, and find John Gomez right now! That ingrate, I'll teach him a lesson when I find him!"

Not me stepping aside the thread itself moving so the strike hits nothing. "That is what happened in the first life," I say slowly. "When I died. The blade was not aimed at a thread. It was aimed at a body." I pause. "But if I had known how to move my own thread—" "You would have known it was coming before he raised the blade," Riven says. "Yes." I look at my hands. "Can I see my own thread yet?" I say. "Clearly enough to work with it?" "Can you find it?" he says.

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

I tell him meekly as I feel my fear closing in on me again, while under his gaze. His hand grips my jaw tightly as he makes me loom up at his tall figure, "To you, I'm Death. Don't ask questions," "OK-" my door suddenly opened and he was gone as Mika entered the house She saw my dad as he lay dead in a pool of blood before looking at me. I was stunned, so stunned. What had just happened within the last 15 minutes of my life? "Oh shit, Gabi," she pulled me into a tight hug as she pets my hair as my face was squished in her chest, "You can stay with me- wait, you're not crying," she pulls my head back up

When she saw I didn’t react, she turned to Anthony, looking pitiful and helpless, "Anthony, please, make this stop!" Anthony’s soul seemed to return at Ivy’s plea. Without thinking, he roared at me, "Andrew pretended to be dead to avoid responsibility! Grace, where did you hide him? I’ll tear his skin off myself!" "Lucas’s heroic deed is battling the lone wolf to protect all his packmates. Why does he insist on ‘dying’ at Lucas’s award ceremony? How malicious is his intent?" I ignored Anthony’s accusations and focused on the shared memories from the crystal ball.

I opened my eyes fully and looked down at the sweet child peeking sleepily up at me. "You hurted my daddy," Miguel mumbled in confusion. My heart dropped and I shook my head. I wasn't completely responsible for their deaths. I mean their father died in the stupid Iraq war and their blonde haired mother hung herself after getting the news. I dealt with death but not the way the individual died, that was solely on those fate bitches. "This is bullshit, let's go, don't ever forget about me little man, we will meet again in the future, this I swear," I growled. I moved him off me, patting his head sweetly and hurried past Maria cursing me while holding a cross up at me.

I could hurt his perfectly sculpted face. "Come on, sweetie. Put the glass down. You don't want to die, do you?" he looked at me calmly. "If you want to live, you will put the glass down, go to the bathroom and get ready to land. If not, my people will kill you in a few minutes. So ... you have to decide. The cards are in your hands, baby. What choice will you make? " Damn it. He was good at convincing. And he was right. If I hurt or even killed him, his people would kill me.