Amara Leveling Build Novels & Stories

“Morning, warrior-to-be! Let’s get you dressed for victory.” I eyed the pile she dumped on the bed: high-end leggings with reinforced panels, moisture-wicking tops, and sports bras that looked more like fashion statements than functional wear. “These look… expensive. And tight. I was thinking sweats.” Amara waved that away with a grin. “Sweats are for hiding. You need to feel powerful. Who knows who might be watching you out there?” She winked, clearly enjoying herself. “A certain tall, scarred Alpha who’s been extra attentive lately? Come on, try the black set. It’ll hug everything in the right way and still let you move.”

He glanced at me, silently pleading for assistance, but I simply raised an eyebrow, watching the scene with a mix of amusement and exasperation. “Uh… Amara, I’m fine,” Damian stammered, rubbing his arms in discomfort as he tried to avoid her gaze. “But I… I have responsibilities to attend to, so…” Amara ignored his attempt to escape, taking another step closer as she placed a hand on his arm, her gaze fixed intently on him. “Oh, come now, don’t be so distant. You’re the Beta, after all—second only to Hades. You and I would make quite a team, don’t you think?”

It’s also why I always keep my dagger strapped to my thigh, should I ever need to end myself before I can end everyone around me. Currently, per Amara’s request, I’m showing her the basics of flying. Usually, I would find a large cliff, push her off, and let basic instinct and fear guide her, but given that she’s pregnant, I won’t be doing such a thing. The older you are, the more complicated it is to learn how to fly; Amara is only about 10 years late, so ideally, she should learn what she needs to in time.

I didn’t thank her, just turned around to face the next one that was rushing towards us, my claws slashing through fur and flesh. We moved in sync, unspoken, our bodies remembering what I refused to acknowledge. The simulation pushed us harder, more dark ones pouring from the shadows without any pause. I stole a glance at Amira when I heard her laugh. She was enjoying herself. She always did find the simulation easy, no matter the level it was. She had mastered it better than all of us, and it was evident in how easily she predicted their movements. I would have to tell Rune that the Sparta simulation would need to be visited and upgraded. If Amira was easily scaling through it, then the har

"Mine." "I was never meant to become another sister. I was meant to become their Queen. The future leader who would restore the mana wolves to what they were always created to be." Amara snarls. "Liar! I am the Queen!" "Nope. You rule through fear. A true Queen never needs to." Amara's rage explodes. "Kill her!" Blue light engulfs her body. She shifts into a massive white wolf. Sara and Elara shift beside her. Three enormous mana wolves bare their fangs.

But she had made one fatal mistake. She had left Amara alive. And now, Amara wasn’t just coming back. She was coming for everything. “Mama,” Amara said, her voice steady, strong. “I need you to do something for me.” “Anything.” “I need you to find me a dialect coach. I need to perfect a British accent. And a fight choreographer. I want to train, hand to hand combat, knife work, the works.” Lena blinked. “What? Why?”

The house loomed large and fortress-like, its lights glowing warm against the night. Inside, the silence was thick, the storm muted by reinforced glass. Liam guided Amara to a room prepared in advance. He had anticipated this escalation, though he had prayed it wouldn’t come. “You’re safe here,” he said firmly. “No one can reach you without going through me first.” Amara sank onto the bed, burying her face in her hands. “It’s not just about me, Liam. Darren’s escalating. If he’s willing to try this… what else will he do?”

"One look at that man from across the halls of the ballroom, and I knew what it meant. I knew I had to have him. Knew he was my mate. Dakarai and I consummated the mate bond that night. And I had never experienced something so beautiful. So magical. Little did I know that Dakarai was the King of Zambele, and already married. At least, I didn't know that until he woke up and started panicking. Cursing at himself for cheating on Talatu. He apologized profusely for what happened, and begged me not to say a word about it. He can't leave his wife for me, because Talatu had already sacrificed so much for him. I was heartbroken, and I laid in bed watching as my mate got dressed and left to be with

he assured her. Suddenly a strong, intoxicating scent hit his nose, sending a chilling wave of emotion through him. Damon’s wolf howled loudly in his mind as he suddenly spotted Amara walking towards him. As Amara approached, Damon’s eyes never left her. She looked strong and confident, but there was something beneath the surface — a subtle tension in the way she held herself. Her steps were steady, her gaze unwavering, but Damon noticed the slight tremble in her hands, the way her fingers curled into her palms as if she were trying to anchor herself. Amara was acting strong, but he knew better: she was trying to shield herself from the hurt he had inflicted, trying to appear unbothered, unb

It was unbelievable that things like that were happening, he was big and powerful. "You're up" he mentally says to me. I walked over to him and stroked his hair. -How amazing," I whispered. "I know I'm amazing, Amara." I rolled my eyes and broke away. -I don't think I can do it. "Think of something to make you angry." -It won't be so hard then.