Ashborn Solo Leveling Novels & Stories

However, he was surprised to find that both his bloodline and physical traits had grown significantly stronger, and his position in the divine realm had finally stabilized. In the aftermath of frequent extreme combat and various life-and-death encounters, Ashton's cultivation level and power increased rapidly. His mastery over the power of his bloodline also reached a new height. Ashton knew he could achieve a new pinnacle of strength if he continued to progress steadily from here on out. Yet, after experiencing the might of the otherworldly realm beyond the divine realm, Ashton's joy vanished entirely. He recognized that a significant gap still separated him from such supreme experts. "What

Anyway, I quickly close the page and log out from the server as I knew Aaron could come at any instant. I go on to find some nice ideas on g****e for the world design of level 2 of our video game as we were already finishing the rough design of level 1. But I can't concentrate. I find myself thinking about Asher. His father only died three years ago, that means when he was in freshman year. How did he cope with it? How did he still manage to score nice grades? And why didn't his uncle take him to his house? Did Asher say he prefers living alone?

Ash’s POV The roar of the clubhouse hit me before I even turned off my engine. Laughter, shouts and the sound of bottles clinking rent the air and for a moment, I wonder how they could easily fall back into their normal lives less than twelve hours after an attack. It was chaos the way I remembered it, but somehow louder and more… non challant. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A few brothers cheered when they saw me, others nodded, their eyes sharp, reading me like they weren’t sure what version of Ash had come back.

He let out a muffled grunt and doubled over. Just as I tried to break free, the second man shoved me hard from behind. I lost my balance and crashed heavily to the ground. My elbows and the corner of my forehead scraped across the concrete surface, and blood seeped out. Dexter spat beside me. "You ungrateful bitch! If you dare call the cops again, it won't just be a shove next time." All three of them swaggered off deeper into the parking lot. I sat on the concrete floor as blood from my forehead trickled down my cheek and dripped onto my white shirt.

"Don't you think you deserve the same rights?" I narrowed my eyes at him. He wasn't as bouncy and carefree as he had originally seemed. I thought him a little out of his senses when he'd first began talking to me. He rubbed his forehead, closing his eyes. "The come down is always the worst," he mumbled. It was my turn to raise an eyebrow at him this time. He nodded at my shackles. "They use runes on you. They mute my abilities with chemicals. Gets me high in the process. Now, it's wearing off and everything is setting back in. They'll sneak up here any second and shoot me up again, even though my abilities aren't a danger to anyone but myself in this state."

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

“Do it now, before they regroup!” Ava lifted the shard high. Light shot from it in a dozen thin lines, striking the silver shapes. Each line coiled around a chain, binding it, drawing it inward. The shapes writhed, shrieked silently, and dissolved one by one, their ash drawn into the shard. The air cleared. Only a few silver figures remained, crouched at the edge of the platform, trembling. The massive outline behind Ava dimmed, fading like breath on glass. She slumped, catching herself with one hand on the stone.

He hadn’t just lost a title—he had lost the future he had been promised, all because of a well-timed birth. "That explains a lot. It explains why Abel seemed different. There’s history there, weight. He’s not just your uncle; he’s—" "A rival," Asher finished, his voice flat. "He always has been, and probably always will be." She turned back to Asher, her curiosity not yet fully satisfied. "Do you trust him?" Asher’s response was immediate. "No." The word fell like a stone between them, heavy and final. "Abel plays his own game," Asher continued. "He might have stepped out of the pack’s direct line of power, but that doesn’t mean he’s harmless. He’s dangerous in a different way now, more subt

Something older—deeper—threading into the bones of Moonfall Keep. Her fingers glow faintly. Dull. Ash-toned. She inhales sharply. “This wasn’t a shadow,” she says slowly, each word deliberate. “It was absence.” The word hits like a dropped blade. Cain’s voice is low. “Explain.” “Someone burned themselves out of the world,” Maereth continues. “Ash magic. Starved. Broken. The kind that doesn’t cast—it consumes. It leaves nothing behind because there’s nothing left to leave.”

CHAPTER 1 THIRD PERSON'S POV The wind howled through the trees like a grieving widow, low and sharp as it swept across the borderlands. Aria Ashborne stood on a jagged outcrop of stone, her cloak snapping around her ankles as she surveyed the distant shimmer of firelight in the valley below. Another rogue camp. Another reminder that the world she once knew had turned its back on her She hadn't been Alpha-blood in years-not since the day they dragged her father into the Council pit and branded him a traitor.