Level One Solo Novels & Stories

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.”

“As of right now, you are all on level one. If you win your match then you advance to level two and that is how it goes for the next three weeks. Am I clear?” There was a chorus of yes sir and he called up the first set. Thankfully, I was the last person to get onto the mat. I had watched everyone prior match with rapt interest and attention. There were some fierce fighters here. I had barely gotten into my stance before she attacked me. She knocked me off my feet immediately and I was barely able to push her off before she landed a punch right by my ear. I realized she was very aggressive and was trying to end the fight as quickly as possible but it also made her sloppy. My goal was to tire

Pierce said. "In level 1 of learning she needs to kill five people by using a throwing knife with a distance of 8 meters, she needs to aim at the head to really die. And I know Klea can't kill." Saint said. What? I thought studying there was just like a normal school but advanced. Is there a massacre going on? "Chill Saint, do you know that I almost missed the level 1 training?" Pierce said while laughing. He just laughed which is really weird because I never see him smile.

It wouldn't be safe to drive with her in his lap and he definitely couldn't let go of her now. Just breathe through your mouth. Just breathe through you mouth and power through for Ava. In his head, he chanted encouraging words to himself and breathed with a clenched jaw. With her powerful, alluring scent surrounding him, Lucas was afraid he'd lose control and do something he'd regret. "L-Lucas, it h-hurts. Make the p-pain go a-away."

So in her conclusion, she just feels the world is just too low-levelled. Mainly, the levels are divided into low-level, amateur level, advanced-level, intermediate level, high-level, god-level and the legendary S Level mission. But all of these levels are also divided in 5 classes, the least being the F class, then E class, D class, C class, B class and the A class. The levels are completely different from each other, sometimes because of the difficulty of the task, or maybe the environment or the targets of the mission are all big bosses.

Leon says before starting the car. The car at the front of the prince's convoy flashes his lights, a signal for us to go first and then we are off in direction for home. Leon POV ‘Nate? Mystic?’ I called through the link but there was still no reply. We are close enough now. He’s part alpha so I can communicate with him from a larger distance so I should hear him. ‘Eric?’ I reach for my Beta instead. ‘I hear you Alpha. We still can’t find him. Are you not able to pick him up on the link?’ He replies.

I end up with four much smaller groups that need to train at differing levels. The level that is the lowest is full of mostly younger kids that are not paying attention well and the elderly that are having more problems keeping up. The next level is those that are not quite behind but are still struggling to keep up. After that comes what I call the advanced level that is up to learning new techniques weekly. The last group is the elite group that might soon be moving to train with the guys if they wish.

The light clicking of her heels against the tiled floor admist of the silent atmosphere created a satisfying ASMR. "Welcome." She gave an evil grin. "You appeared at the correct time. Now will you spit everything or do I have to do it on your behalf?" She snarled. He managed to keep a straight face, not letting his worry take over. He replied with a very robotic 'I don't understand.'

1 week later *Soleil* "Focus Sol. It is thrust, thrust. shock, rotate, jump, hook". Marta's voice is reverberating in my ears. The heat is unbearable. I wipe the sweat from my brow once again, before rotating the staff and squatting down, keeping my eyes on Gudrun. With a moan I jump up, going through the combo Marta is trying to beat into my head. I rotate, bend my knees and focus all my power into the jump, trying to get as high up as possible.