Level One Solo Novels & Stories

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.

"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."

An astonished scream came out of her throat, and her eyes were still wide open. "J-just level 1?"

“There’s been a couple of kids who skipped training this past week. We’ve been trying to find out what’s wrong, get them to come back, but they’re proving difficult. Stanley went to see them today. They claim the system is rigged, that you came in and suddenly, you’re almost at the top, but they’ve been stuck at one level for years. I don’t know what magic they think will get them to upgrade, and I almost started throwing punches when I heard they were trying to drag you into it.” “What level are they at?” I ask, a frown on my face. “Two are beginners, and three are level two.” “I struggled at level two. I struggled a lot. Almost thought I wouldn’t make it out of there.” Level two is for spa

“ who else is in level three like you… “ she asked him, Wondering what level she was in herself. He looked up at her from his food, his mouth filled with waffles. She waited for him to finish chewing his food before he talked. “ a few others that Achim trained. We are roughly nine. I’m the youngest though… level two has Achim and Jansen who are nearing level one. and three other elders who I really don’t like… level one has our leader, Uncle Ben… “ he told her. She frowned, no other person was in level one? She thought, wondering why. “ Heard you were a level one watcher before you fucked up… “ Nolan muttered. She snapped her face to stare at him with a frown, what?. “ level one?! “ she gasp

I asked. “Where’s the fun in that?” she asked. “Alright. So, one down, what’s next?” I asked. “Solo shift,” she said. “First, you get a friend. Next one is each of you. One at a time.” My stomach twisted into knots. I knew I had to go through the stages and do all the steps. Was I ever going to stop feeling nervous about shifting? “Kyle first,” she said. “Why did I put my pants back on?” He tugged his jeans off.

"I pray it doesn't take months," "The first level isn't usually that hard. You'll be done in a few weeks" With my wolf, I wouldn't be surprised if I used a year in each level before moving to the next. Before I'm fifty, I would be lucky enough to finish every level. Next, he showed me level one which was majorly about tackling your opponent to the floor. It's more about training the mind and the body first. It's nothing vigorous as I'd learned the training becomes more intense as you move forward. Level three was fighting with guns and knives. That was probably the scariest thing I'd seen in my life. Ola called it the most dangerous level.

Ding! The doors slid open. Level One.