Level One Solo Novels & Stories

Hana asked curiously. Roley smiled bitterly without answering, the secret of his identity not everyone could know. Roley is waiting for signs of their goddess' resurrection to return. Until then, he had to keep it private so that no one would know it. He'd talked too much to Hana today. "You've been overachieving; it's amazing," "Level 10," Hana happily responded to Roley's words. "I'm about to enter the basic silver level. Compared to you; I need to get to 6 levels; I need to do more,"

If only the lady knew that any eighteen year old werewolf would do that comfortably. The lady wasn't alone. In the back of the car was a little boy, seven or eight years at most. He was playing a game on his tablet, it had all of his attention. “You like the game, right? What's the name?” The boy looked up and smiled. “Yes, it's really fun, it's called Butter Slap.” “What happens in the game? You slap people on the face with butter?" To my surprise, the boy nodded in agreement. “Yes! You have played it before? What level did you get to? I doubt you went beyond level seven, half my class didn't go beyond level five.”

“And where does Level 10 stand?” Conrad left her and laughed softly. “You have a long way to go up, but you do have good potential.” He stared into her eyes and in a serious tone said, “If you train here even for a week nicely, you are going to reach at least Level 5. I can see that in you.” A gleeful expression came over her face. “I am going to come here everyday!” Even if that meant resisting Ryder. She could feel her skin tingle. “Good. Now sit on that yoga mat and try to meditate. I want you to focus on your breathing. Keep meditating until I ask you to get up. Don’t get any thoughts in your mind and if they do come, let them leave your mind.”

Yes, they all replied. He clapped and shouted quickly, and all of them leaped into the air and landed safely. He yelled, "Fight!" And so the fighting began. He halted the fighting and said, "All of you have shied so please release yours if you feel you are not secure." He yelled for them to continue the battle. I also worked with those who had low levels. Their levels had all been raised to heavenly level one. Pretty quickly ran up to me and said, "My Lord, you are my match, let us leap into mid-air now." I was astounded to discover that she had arrived at the heavenly celestial king.

The warmth of it radiated off him like a frequency my body was specifically tuned to receive, which was a problem I was going to address later, in private, probably in another school bathroom while questioning every choice I had ever made. “Red for level three,” I continued. “Yellow for level two. Green for level one. I’ll add the research links. The breathing protocols. The grounding scripts. The cold exposure data. Everything organized, everything sourced, everything accessible from your phone.” “Sloane.” “What?” “Thank you.” The words were simple. Two syllables. Unremarkable in any other context. But his voice broke on the second one. Not dramatically. Not like shattering. Like a hairline

Claimed by The Arrogant Alpha . Chapter 88: chasing the asshole . "Alpha one, here. Level two clear. We are moving to level three." "I got eyes on you," Hawk one said. "I see increased activities in level three. Someone is in there and trying to override my codes."

I said as I threw myself back on the sand. “I am never wrong darling. You are capable of so much more! You just need to…” She turned to look at Koa, “What’s that term kids use these days? Level up?” Koa nodded and Selene turned back to me, “Yes that’s it! You just need to level up.” “What do you mean level up? This isn’t some video game. At least in those if I die, I can respawn and try again.” I mumbled. “I mean, you need to learn to work as a team and not take the whole world on your own.” She said calmly.

Project 1 looked _down_. At the _baby_. At _Seven_. At _Four_. At _his brother_. And he _knelt_. The floor _groaned_. But _held_. Because he _wanted_ it to. “_I heard you_,” One said. Voice _grinding stone_ but _soft_. “_In my head_. _You _called_ me. _Said_ you were _lonely_.” He touched Rylan’s face. _Gentle_. _Terrified_.

“Okay. Step one. Awareness.” He smiled faintly, his brown eyes bright. “Good. First, let’s work on hearing. You’re going to close your eyes, stay still, and just listen. Not for music, not for people talking—just everything around you. Footsteps, air moving, the faintest echoes. Let your mind separate the sounds and notice patterns. Do not think about it too hard. Just… feel it.”

"In my ranks, whenever a new recruit arrives, they must pass through the hazing. It is not punishment—it is assessment. A measure of skill, intelligence, and resilience." He gestured to the men lined up before us, sun glinting off sweat-slicked skin. "We have five levels. E: no combat experience. D: limited experience. C: moderate skill. B: skilled. A: dangerously skilled." His eyes locked with mine. "Your task is simple. Observe each of them. Every movement, every posture, every subtle tell. Strength, weaknesses, rhythm, aggression—everything counts. Then, choose one to spar with. Should you win, your rank rises. The stronger the opponent, the higher the rank."