Level One Solo Novels & Stories

“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

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.

"Incubi are born flirts! How do you know you're his only woman? Once he's bored, he'll toss you aside. He doesn't even know what love is! Don't ruin your whole life being his plaything." "Shirley, I fell in love with you at first sight. I don't care if you've slept with that incubus," Jamie said, trying to sound noble. The two of them took turns preaching about true love and morality. Tracy and I had grown up together, yet looking at her now, I barely recognized her. But this time, I wasn't going to give her what she wanted. I yanked my arm free and pulled Lionel toward the entrance. "When your heat cycle's over and you want a divorce, I'll go along with it," I told him.

“The meeting will be commencing soon.” I glanced at Stephanie. She was adjusting the strap of her bag, her gaze fixed on the targets as if she were memorizing their patterns. “You just have to be perfect in level one,” I told her. “Once you master that, you’ll have a much higher chance of winning. Focus on that for now.” She nodded, her determination unwavering. “I will. Thank you.” Without another word, I turned and walked away, leaving her to her thoughts.

He begins tracing symbols in the air, his movements precise and deliberate, and I follow his lead, letting my own magic flow through me as I weave it into the pattern. The first trap is a simple barrier spell, designed to repel intruders with brute force. I focus on unraveling the threads of the spell, pulling them apart one by one, while Permiton stabilizes the magic to prevent it from collapsing on us. It’s delicate work, requiring focus and precision, but as we move through it, I feel something shift within me.

Author’s Pov In the soft morning light, Ashton Knight stood before the mirror, his fingers fumbling with the silk tie that would soon rest beneath his crisp collar. The room was filled with a quiet buzz, the scent of cologne lingering in the air as he prepared himself for the most significant day of his life. His reflection stared back, eyes reflecting a mixture of nervous anticipation and boundless excitement.

Pierce just rolled his eyes. "Yes, whatever. But that's for the good." 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.

The woman did have every right to worry about her son's safety in such a situation, however, Mikkel just couldn't deal with her overbearing maternal instincts in a physical form. "Love, what about you? I-I was so scared!" She turned to Meghaal, and Mikkel couldn't help but feel relieved at her attention being diverted from him. "I'm okay aunt Leo. I was really scared, but guess we're fine. Don't worry okay?" Meghaal used such a soft tone and knew her way around to calm Marileona. In fact, she was someone who knew to calm most people out there. That's why Mikkel knew she was going to be an amazing neuropsychologist. Ares nodded his head in thanks as she worked her magic on his wife.

"It's designed to increase sensory saturation with every meter climbed. To overwhelm at the summit." Bima nodded, taking another gulp of the detox. Its bitter burn was a welcome pain, momentarily scorching away the cloying sweetness. "Alright. Lia, you go first. Riska, you're in the middle. I'll take the rear. Watch our backs. Watch for any sudden shifts in the illusion." Lia gave a resolute nod, her face grim. She squeezed Kevin's hand one last time, a silent promise in her touch, before turning and stepping onto the first rung. Her fingers, though trembling, found purchase on the cold metal.