Solo Levelling Artist Death Novels & Stories

Even on the brink of death, I was still expected to arrange everything for my 'adopted sister'. Forget it. I have spent everything I had trying to please everyone, and in the end, I had nothing left. Finally, I could let go. My heart ached. I was too tired. I really did not want to fight anymore… Lilith cried and kept calling my name, but I could not hear her anymore. … On June 18, 2025, Jasmine died in a hospital five kilometers from home. No family by her side. She was only 27 years old.

It cast a light across my vision. [CRITICAL SYSTEM WARNING!] [Extreme Danger! You are standing next to a legendary-level survivor!] [Target Scan: 'Justin' A Tier 2 Awakened Super-Human.] [LUS Warning: SSS-Class Partner 'Justin' detected. He is incredibly dangerous, but teaming up with him will give you legendary rewards! Do you want to invite him to join your team? Warning: If you fail to control him, he will kill you instantly.]

Harvey still did not manage to see me in the end. Grandma said, "I've made a promise to Maddie. She told me she never wanted to see you again." Harvey did not lose it when he was stripped of his glory, but he snapped at that moment. He looked at the garden pavilion, where my body lay, and tried to barge over. This time, everyone but Joshua rushed over and pinned him down. Harvey yelled, "You aren't actually dead, are you, Maddison? You must've still been alive! I didn't ask you to die! How could you… How dare you die!"

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

Enzo laughs and I join him, shaking my head. “I keep telling you I’m not the same flowery teenage girl you grew up with, Caleb. His death is mine. It’s as simple as that.” I shrug, not giving them the choice, and they all know it. “How will you do it?” James asks. “We have him sitting on the stage, so he can approve of the union. I will slit his throat when he stands over us, giving us approval.” “The blessing of our union comes before the marking,” James complains.

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

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."

I’ll be coming for him tomorrow Jason can have another day off. As we are wiping down the mat I notice a group of men deep in discussion still hanging about, scars trail up their arms to their shirt sleeves. A handful even have them on their faces. They must be Blood Moon pack warriors. No one else has warriors that tall, large, and ruthless. Dad clears his throat and I get back to our task at hand and help him carry the mat inside. Once put away we head home. I wave goodbye to Hudson and Bailey and walk with dad.

Punch is who I am and who I’ll always be. “So if it’s all right with my Alpha, I guess I need to add a third Blood Card. Hugo Casillas. For the crimes of shooting Kent “Chunk” Larson, aiding and abetting if not outright killing your own brother just to set me up… Making babies you had no intention of raising, and generally being a shit example of what a shifter should be, I hereby sentence you to death. Oh and Reeve uh… Whatever your name is, I can’t even imagine how many people you’ve killed so, you’re just fucked. You’re on our territory which makes me your judge, jury and executioner,” I say, shrugging as Doze laughs.

He turned his attention back to the men of levine. "What are your plans against Narlands? What do your kingdom plan to do next?" The Death lord asked them. "We do not know! Please spare out lives! We were just following orders," They cried out. The Death lord stretches his hands forward and one of his guards placed a small pistol on his hands. "Then you are not useful I guess," He spat out shooting both men at the forehead. He took in a deep breath, then turned his attention back to Diana. "What do Levine plan to do next?" He asked her.