Level One Solo Novels & Stories

"He's all used-up, and you're still acting like he's a treasure? You must be really desperate! What's the difference between that incubus and a dog in heat? Someone like you should just find an honest guy willing to take you in!" Tracy Rowe was standing outside the county office with Jamie Stephenson, arguing with me at the top of her lungs. Meanwhile, Lionel Andrus, the man with an incubus bloodline, was waiting quietly to the side, holding our paperwork.

“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.

“It is all good. Just a little brother and sister bonding.” As I responded, Kaige pulled back, and he looked much calmer. “What level are you guys on?” His question caught me off guard. “Uh, level eleven, why?” “In my spare time, I have been working on getting through the levels as quickly as possible. I am a few levels behind, but I will do my best to catch up. If we are going to do this, then it is better to have more hands on deck. I also have some of my men helping.”

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.

Veronica’s face turns a bright red, and she stammers, “A … Are you going to let her talk to me like this, Jesse?!” Jesse looks between the two of us before chewing on the bacon strip. “Maybe you should watch what you say. We were all Level Zeroes and Ones at some point.” Veronica’s face turns a mottled shade of purple, which I find intriguing, but what I find more interesting is Jesse’s statement. “What do you mean you were all Level Zeroes and Ones?” I study him. Jesse blinks. “You don’t know? Well,” he chews the crispy bacon, slowly, “each level can graduate to the next level.”

"You’ve got some insight, little girl, but you're still a little off the mark," Adrian said playfully. Annoyed, Eloise replied, "What do you mean by that, old man?" "We need to start with the levels," Adrian began to explain, "Do you know how many levels there are?" "Even a three-year-old knows the answer to that. It's Body Trainer, Foundation, Golden Core, Level Eight, Integration, and then Void Abyss. Beyond that, who knows," Eloise rattled off, finding the question childish and almost laughable.

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.