Level One Solo Novels & Stories

Convel laughed as he got up and said, "I would love to see this new fighting style you are going to teach us." I said, "I can do that. The ceilings in here are higher, I'm going to have some real fun." Convel looked scared as I motioned for Conri to approach. I got to his ear and whispered, "When he looks comfortable, grab one of his ankles to distract him." Conri smiled and whispered in my ear, "You're making me want you more." I laughed and said, "I want you too. Let's wear these guys out so we can have some time for us." He smiled and said, "You sound like they're our kids. Kinda makes me want to put a pup or two in you." I waggled my eyebrows at him and said, "Who said I would have a pro

“Zayn Larson?” It was a man’s voice, energetic and powerful. The voice was hoarse, the classic sign of a smoker. The man’s tone was filled with intense ferocity and malice! Zayn’s vision sharpened instantly upon hearing the voice. He could tell that the man was a skilled fighter. Moreover, the man was a super powerhouse, a Level-3 invincibilis fighter at the very least! One should know that there were only a total of three levels in invincibilis state including Level 1, Level 2, and Level 3.

He should be hardheaded like Mia Yard and go train in Copper City with the other students. Storm killed dozens of Level 1 zombies back-to-back. Whenever danger arose, the Level 10 Awakened One who was beside him eliminated it. Lucas looked a little bored. He thought that it was way too pointless. "Haha, I've finally become a Level 6 Awakened One." Storm's happy voice suddenly sounded in Lucas's ear. He had reached Level 6 which meant that he was now a high-level Awakened One. "Congratulations, Mr. Yard. With your natural gifts, there’s no limit to what you can achieve in the future," the Level 10 Awakened One said to Storm.

SOREN “That’s amazing, Soren. You’ve cleared the stage alone and can now proceed to level 3 difficulty solo rescue mission,” Elris announced once I reached the final point of the stage. I was panting, with sweat dripping down my hair to my waist. The level I had just cleared was almost impossible to do alone and in human form, but I had so much anger in me lately to be let out, and I channeled it into the level and managed to clear it.

In a feverish haze, I heard the doorbell ring. The delivery guy called out, "Delivery for Mr. Hendrick." I smiled as I took it from the delivery guy and thanked him. I was going to laugh at James for being childish. After all, before falling asleep, I had only mentioned that I had a fever. Yet he had already ordered medicine for me. However, when I opened the delivery bag and saw what was inside, my expression froze. Condoms and lubricant were right there in plain sight, and even the toy in my hand made my head spin. Just as I took out my phone, ready to demand an explanation from my husband, a text message suddenly popped up. "This is Sangland Resortworld. Dear Mr. Hendrick, we are de

Her hair is tied up in a loose ponytail, and she looks warily at us. “Ladies,” Counselor Levi begins, “this is Isabel Smith, your new roommate. She’s just joined the camp, so she doesn’t know much about this place—” “Wait,” I say, studying the slip of a girl, “she just joined, and she’s already a Level Two?” Levi raises a brow. “Is that a problem?” “Well,” I begin and shrug, “I mean we went to the pits of hell to make it this far, so it’s a little strange. That’s all. I thought Levels One or Zero were the only places someone could start off.”

MADDIE “Come on, Little Alpha! I know you can do better than that!” Garrett encourages me from the sidelines as he watches Trevor and I spar. In the last three months, Garrett and Trevor and to a sightly lesser extent Alpha Cain have taught me how to fight. I went from a level one, with zero experience, to level four quite quickly. Trevor and I leveled up on the same day. I know I still have a long way to go to be considered a master at anything, but it feels good to be able to handle myself. At least a little bit.

000] [Unique Skill: Miasma Soul] [Constant Growth: Level 3] [Hideous Songstress: Level 3] [Projectile Fire: Level 1] [Fear-Inducing Aura: Level 1] [Unarmed Fighting Technique]

Every minute we spent in this house, the risk of a slip-up grew. I looked down at the workbooks. *Grade K Math. Phonics Level 1.* These were the tools of a normal life. A life where success was measured by gold stars and learning to tie your shoes, not by how fast you could run or how hard you could bite. I needed to keep him in this mindset. I needed him to stay "Sarah Miller’s" son.

"The late-night study session is in full swing. We’re going to walk through the stacks, and you’re going to act like a perfectly normal, perfectly failing student." He pressed a button on the remote. The vibration hit me like a lightning bolt. It wasn't a gentle buzz; it was a high-frequency, aggressive throb that seemed to rattle my very bones. My knees buckled, and I had to grab the edge of the desk to keep from falling. "Ah! Sir... please!" "Quiet," he snapped, though his eyes were dancing with sadistic delight. "This is level one, Liam. There are ten levels. Every time you make a sound, every time you stumble, I turn it up. If you cry out in public, the 'F' becomes permanent."