Light Novel Solo Novels & Stories

there was also the option of summoning a sacred beast which Yamato did but Shiro didn't know how to do it yet, it was written somewhere in Dave's book he never got the time to read it properly. With his Raiken and superior speed, Shiro mowed down more enemies than everyone except Shin Whose area was flashing with blinding lights. Mia who was the closest to the area said that the only thing that protected her eyes when she looked was the ridiculous amount of scrap metal that flew out of the area and she didn't dare look a second time.

The Solarion hums deep in the bones of the Sanctum, drinking suns to rip the heavens open at my word. Soon. Three days—no, less. Soon I will hold a weapon fit for gods. Soon Kael will see what his absence made of me. And when he does, he will not find the girl who once loved him. He will find the light that devours worlds. For I am Solara. The last dawn. The fire that breaks empires. And the sky has already begun to burn.

My footsteps echo in the courtyard, where pack members orchestrate their morning tasks with choreographed precision. Shutting off the shower, I dressed in a beautiful maroon dress that reached my knees. Going through my makeup, I couldn't help the excitement bubbling within me. For the pack, I may be a strong Luna. But I am a woman, after all, who loves her mate more than anything. Inside the four walls of my room, I am not the strong Luna, but the soft and vulnerable woman who melts with just a glimpse of him.

Moments later he reformed several meters away. Standing. Breathing. Free. I cursed. Elias looked annoyed. Then sunlight exploded across the battlefield. Warm. Golden. Familiar. My Bond surged. Relief flooded through me. Sol. He arrived like a storm. Sunlight spread across the battlefield. The shadows recoiled immediately. Elias' expression darkened. "Of course." Sol landed beside me. His hand found mine instantly. The gesture was automatic. Natural. Home. "You okay?" I nodded. "Barely."

Another man spoke, and they all turned to see the youth in loose black robes hurrying over. There was a sinister smile on his face, while his eyes were darting everywhere. Thud, thud, thud… At the same time, they could hear footsteps as a slender figure entered. He took his time, having a civilized visage but also a scabbard slung over his back. Seeing him, Tia gasped under her breath, "It's him!" "Who?" Caleb asked, narrowing his eyes. "Oner Solo! Shar Solo's brother!" Tia sighed somberly. "They always say they only needed one swing of his sword to kill, and in time, everyone forgot his real name, instead going with his nickname!"

Everything went downhill after that. Zolten was ready to start ripping that club apart when we suddenly felt panic that didn't belong to us. Zolten immediately had us on our feet, "Mate is in trouble! Go to her! NOW!" Before I knew it, I had the restroom door ripped off it's hinges and I was staring at my beautiful, badass mate standing over two unconscious she-wolves and her bodyguard, who had a syringe sticking out of her neck. Zolten smiled big and said, "Our mate is a true warrior". I said, "Don't say that. I don't want anyone but us touching her!"

Alas, his efforts were in vain. "What?! What have you done, you insignificant human?!" Riben bellowed in frustration. Desperate to seek revenge, Riben futilely pursued Solan, but within her realm, he couldn't even catch a glimpse of her. Solan, with an air of silent confidence, gracefully maneuvered through the sea of flames, her gaze icy and unwavering. She relentlessly assaulted Riben's body, each strike weakening the once-golden aura that enveloped him until it shattered into minuscule fragments.

He smiled and said sweetly, “Pleased to meet you. I’m Stewart, the Mid Solo player. My ID in the game is Jin.” His smile was as sweet as honey, and his eyes were a unique crescent-shaped. Leon recognized this guy, too. He was the world’s number one Mid Solo, whether in a group or as a solo player. Other Mid Solo players feared him. He immediately shook his hand. “The pleasure is mine.” As soon as he finished speaking, another youngster with black hair approached him with an extended hand. “Hi. I’m Jonathan, the Top Solo player. My ID in the game is Jon.”

He stood before them, a flawed prototype against five perfect gods. The first prototype lunged. Sora didn't dodge. He met the attack head-on, his frequency exploding in a burst of white light that turned the ultraviolet room into a blinding void. The war for the bloodline had reached its tipping point.

Barley, white and shaken, asked, “What photographs? Which Miss Rose?” “Solo, I think you would have to soften...” He halted, as he felt something dig into his spine. Rico knew it was a gun. Rico turned slowly to Gorevoy, who had a gun to his spine. Solo sensed something wrong and spun around. Barley saw his chance and launched himself into a flying tackle. But he didn’t know how fast Solo’s reflexes were. Solo swung around instantly, and it all happened at once. Two guns went off with a faint ‘plop’ sound.