Ashborn Solo Leveling Novels & Stories

Slowly Ash goes away muttering to himself. The next two days fly past; we learn how to fight with swords and to protect ourselves with shields. Then on the last day we go over everything we have learnt. Were both good at different things, Ash is good at hand-to-hand combat and sword fighting. He can also run well but I can keep up with him so we called it even. I’m good at throwing knives and shooting with the bow. This is good because we have a variety of things we can use for protection. While ‘saying goodbye Riley comes out with some gifts

I will make myself happy and a man will on be an addition to my happiness. Deep within me, a flicker of resolve ignited. I realized it was time to transform my sorrow into strength. Like those resilient seeds waiting in the ash, I too could rise. It was time to reclaim my life from the frailty of grief and rebuild among the ruins—to pull myself from the ashes of my past and carve out a new beginning, one shimmering with the promise of hope.

"Physical damage won't kill it. You need to shatter its core while I dismantle the binding spell. You are the distraction." "I love being the bait," Ashren muttered. He didn't hesitate. He let out a battle cry and charged. The Golem lunged. The impact was terrifying. Ashren caught the stone wolf’s jaws with the shaft of his axe, his boots skidding backward on the stone floor, sparks flying. He roared, his muscles straining against the magical weight of the creature. "Now!" he shouted. I moved. I sprinted along the edge of the chasm, flanking the beast. I didn't use weapons. I used the Violet Flame.

“Won't you prepare for school?" “I…uh, stayed up late. I'll be ready in twenty. Don't worry about me." “Make sure you have breakfast before you go. I'm not pleased you rejected dinner last night." There was a pause. “Why are these game pads on the bed? Who were you playing with last night?" “Xena." “Xena? Xena plays racing games?" Asher forced a chuckle. “I actually thought I could teach her, you know. We sort of made a bet."

For the first time since logging in, he wasn’t reacting alone anymore, and that shifted something in how he thought about everything that came next. “So,” Abraham said, breaking the moment naturally, “what do you want to do now?” Riley didn’t hesitate. “We need to level you.” Abraham blinked, then nodded. “Right.” “We need to grind,” Riley continued, “but we don’t have to do it the slow way. We can just kill things and level, or we can take a quest and get something out of it at the same time.” Abraham didn’t hesitate. “Quest.” Riley’s smirk returned.

he said, hands clasped behind his back, his gaze cutting through the line of first-years like a blade. "This is not a class you pass by attendance or charm. It is a class you survive." A faint breeze stirred the banners above as he continued, calm and unyielding. "Here, you will learn to fight—without a beast to hide behind, without allies to save you, and without the lies you tell yourselves about who you are. Steel, body, and instinct. You will break habits, bones if necessary, and whatever illusions you carried through those gates. Some of you will earn skill. Fewer will earn control. And those who cannot learn either... will not remain." He paused, letting the silence settle heavy in the

"Better news than bringing home a small fortune? If we sold these at auction, we would have enough money to run a small city for a year." "Yes, look at the kid, sense his aura," when her son left home a little under 3 months ago he was a level 4 copper mage but now he's a level one silver mage. "Ash, you're at the silver rank now, that's amazing, what happened out there in the black plains?" The questions were directed at Saxon. He shrugged, "not much, but sense my aura as well". "Oh My God, honey you're so close to breaking through. Why are you here wasting time, go to the energy chambers and try to make a breakthrough right now," Xara was happy. Both the men in her life have become strong

Its strength surpassed that of the scent of blood, and was stronger than the expensive cologne he wore, that even now I could smell. “Apologize to your Luna.” When Asher spoke his voice resembled the endless pit I had seen in his eyes, the very one I somehow chased away using magic. His hair wasn’t even disheveled from the fight—his heart rate barely elevated. His spine was made of pure steel, as rigid and unbreakable as his stance. Clint Armstrong sucked in a deep, shaky breath and spat a wad of saliva and blood at my feet.

It seemed to cut deep, freezing the edges of his very soul. Belishaw's call had been a grim reminder of reality. He'd lived so long outside of the world that he'd lost track of the rules, forgotten about things like consequences. He'd involved Piper, and now her life was crumbling around her. He could see how much it might cost her, and it wounded him as much as it had terrified her. The last thing he ever wanted was to hurt his future mate.

“Good, now listen carefully cause I won't show you twice. Just follow this direction and the square, triangle, and circle shapes are for jumping, running, and fighting, while the X is for balance, got it?” “Yeah, sure.” “How many levels are in this game?” She asked. “I think fifty.” “Good, we should better get to work now sir.” She said and started the game. “Wait, hold on. We are going to play fifty levels?” “Yeah, sure.” She replied and he sighed. He also played the game and she smiled knowing she is experiencing some of the things she wanted. ********* “Yes!” Ashley yelled happily as they completed the last level and Hayden dropped the controller, he was about to walk out when she stood i