Ashborn Solo Leveling Novels & Stories

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.

Tasha's annoyed face suddenly changed to an exhausted one, "How can one family have so many strong mages... I've never seen my Mom or Dad use something like materialisation magic so casually." After saying that, Tasha lifted her head up high with a determined expression, "Even if I have a low level of magic for a noble, I'll make sure I can attend Red Phoenix academy so I can spend more time with Sash!" Tom laughed at Tasha's determination and words, "I agree. I look forward to spending more time with Sash since we'll be in the same school now! Also, level 5 isn't that low for a noble. It's about average. Normally nobles can only get up to level 6."

Severin took a deep breath and relished the refreshing feeling. As Severin's attainment rose, his perfect-stage level one paragon attainment gradually began to expand. Sensing that he was on the verge of make a breakthrough to level two paragon, he continuously channeled his energy to absorb the power of the Grandispirit Pill and incorporate it into his attainment.

The Ashborn stood on a small mound now, his spear glowing, then he thrust it into the earth, and another spike shot toward us. Caleb wasn’t quick enough. The spike caught his side, and he crashed to the ground, tumbling through the dried ground, bruised and bleeding. I grinded my teeth and ran at the Ashborn, dodging left, then right. Another spike shot toward me, but I jumped, rolled in the air, and came up fast. “Distract him!” I yelled.

However, she didn’t have to wait for long for the answer to her question to present itself. “Mid-Level Scholar,” Mane smiled and said as he pushed his senses to the maximum. Although Ashera fed him all the information, he was the one who asked intelligent questions. And he was also the one who found her out and called her to answer his doubts. The information he was given was hugely important, as evidenced by how much his Completion Rate Bar grew by. As a result his Scholar Level broke through a major realm directly and he was now a Mid-Level Scholar. “Congratulations,” Ashera smiled. “I’d leave you be to digest your spoils,” Ashera’s image blurred even before Mane could express his thanks o

Clad in a plain black shirt as he walks through the door way. I walk to the dj set, and ask him to turn it doesn't. He does as I grab the mic and tap on it before speaking into it, catching everyone attention. “Hello~ lovely ladies and gentlemen” I catch a glimpse of Zion moving along with the crowd. “I know you are enjoying but do you know what's this bash for?” I ask, eyeing Zion who finally makes it in the front. “Tonight's Bash is for my amazing brother Zion” I drag the word ‘amazing’ in a slow silly way before adding,

Leon sighed. “Right? Haven’t you realized that body practitioners are rising, but energy practitioners are beginning to fall? “The number of grandmasters is far greater than pre-celestial fighters, so is the number of smashers!” Kayson asked, “So if I want to advance to the smasher level, I have to look for places with sufficient spirit energy?” “That’s right.” Leon nodded. “Or find a sufficient amount of tonic and take the spirit energy contained within. That works too.”

The mountains were being unmade, their jagged peaks softening into golden mist that spiraled upward toward her open palms. "I don't hear anything but the sound of my own breath," Ash said. He stood on a floating shard of the cathedral’s roof, his grey eyes fixed on the monster wearing his mate's skin. He was a statue of indifference, a man whose heart had been turned into a vacant lot. "And I don't care about the stars. I only care about the objective."

Asha's rule of thumb was that if she didn't get her way, she would complain to Abraham and their grandfather would give her what she wanted. But Daniel could guarantee not for now. Abraham who was walking then stopped his steps. "Really?" He looked surprised. Asha nodded with pursed lips. The woman was already twenty-four years old, but she still acted like a child. But Daniel wasn't surprised to see it because the Anderson family had spoiled her so much that Asha had grown up to be a stubborn, self-willed girl. "To the point of being shapeless," Asha said again. She also made a sad face to attract Abraham's sympathy and make him feel even more sorry for her.