Solo Levelling Artist Death Novels & Stories

It was William, the Alpha from the Ice Plains Pack, standing behind me. His voice was filled with sorrow, "When you sent him to the Ice Plains, I knew he died painfully. But I didn’t expect... A ten-year-old cub, betrayed by his pack, mauled by lone wolves, abandoned by his father... and forced to watch himself bleed to death." Andrew's final memories were of waiting for death. Even if I had reached him in time, I wouldn’t have been able to save him because the only crystal healing chamber had been taken over by Lucas.

"What the hell are you talking about? Do you have any idea what the hell you are saying, Beta Julian?" There was silence at the other end of the call. Julian's voice was heard once more. "I know what I just said, Alpha. We found Selene's corpse deep inside the Dark Forest." Fenris felt his world fall apart. A deep growl exploded from deep inside his throat. His eyes turned red as he punched violently at the wall next to him. "No! This isn't possible! How could she be dead?! How can she be dead?!" My brother, Damian, jumped with shock from Fenris' action. He felt a tightness in his throat. "Fenris, who died?"

" Two more youths entered just then, reciting some strange poetry. However, as if their words were somehow magical, the hall was abruptly silent, and the countless youths, including Tia, Caleb, Fafnir, and Oxley, were staring at them. And yet they continued gliding forward, one of them holding a book while the other a huge paintbrush. "The one with the brush is Yaren Gosling. People call him the death painter, since it's alleged that his paintings kill…" Tia whispered to Caleb, Fafnir, and Oxley as she gave them the details. "And the one with the book is Chuck of the Leafil clan, also known as the Death Scholar! Both of them are close friends, and powerful Haki cultivators at that!"

When he died, it didn’t bring me any satisfaction, any sense of vengeance—not when he died with a smile, as if he wanted me to know that even in death, he won. “So if you didn’t kill me, who did?” “How am I supposed to know?” Realizing arguments wouldn’t get me anywhere, I drew in a long breath. “We should work together.” The words bit my tongue. “If we want to survive, we have set aside our differences.” “I don’t want to change the future,” Lev said, “as long as you died too, It’s all good.” He raked his hand through his jet-black hair, that looked like the moonless sky.

I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death. There is no stopping me when I start. Every single last target had to die was my motto. If you didn’t plan to die any time soon then don’t approach me. But I had to restrain myself from killing the last one because I knew Dominic probably wanted to question him so I only knocked him out. I was back to normal and I turned my attention back to the people who were standing a few feet away from all of this that had just happened.

The penalty of failure is losing all of your technological levels and recipes] [Reward: +2 to all stats of surviving creatures] "I hate you all too, don't worry," said David to no one in particular, he groaned and prepared to give his commands, but he was interrupted by another notification. [Ben Dover has died!] [Rhino 2 has died!] "What...EVERYONE, SURFACE! NOW!"

After naming the sword Erza from his favorite character from an Anime, He said Vanish and the sword slowly faded away. Leo started walking again in search for more monsters as he travelled some distance and heard some noise. Leo rushed towards the noise if someone needed help that’s when he found out bodies of giant spiders of level 45 laying on the ground, Leo decided to follow the trail he wanted to meet the group of players who can already fight level 45 monsters and kill this many with ease, after following the trail for some time that’s when he heard screaming of a spider. Leo rushed towards the noise when he found out it was not a group fighting it was a solo Assassin fighting a level

Shit. I scrubbed a hand through my hair, and it wasn’t because of anxiety. If I hadn’t busied my hands, I might as well have shot something, and Tikhon was too useful at the moment to be wasted. Lev was one of my foot soldiers until I discovered his brain was bigger than pea-size and could be useful for more important things. I promoted him to the corporate ranks,granted him permission to click deals and supervise a fraction of the clientele. Now, Lev’s dead, and it smelled like someone was sending a message. His death and the loss of Jabril Enterprises were no coincidence. With short, calculated steps, I walked toward one of the sofas, gripping the hard edge for support. My hands already be

He could not draw another breath when his body slammed right before Bryn Osborne. ‘Is he dead?! ‘He’s actually dead?!’ Everyone was totally mind-blown. No one had a clue how to react to what they just saw. Layton was the leader of a sacred martial arts training ground! A God of War! An expert martial artist! And yet he died just like that?! This… Zaid Surrey, Calvin Lowe, Adler Lowe, Osman Bowie, and the others were stunned. They did not know how to react as well. Bryn and Alani Carlson were in complete disbelief.

“Become eternal Keeper of the death system you created, or let it fail and force me to restore absolute death through mass ending. Forty seconds.” I just lost Alistair. I just spent forty-eight hours rebuilding death. And now I’m being asked to give up everything permanently to maintain it.