Solo Levelimg Novels & Stories

I traced my hand to my nape and slowly peeled the tape off the tattoo since it's already due, I tried to look at it using a mirror but gave up after get neck cramps. I pushed my havana brown hair over my nape, I applied a little bit make up and took my other heel and wore it and strut downstairs to meet the guys. "Let's go we'll review the mission in the van." Seth said taking one last look at me said and walked out as I followed. ***************

--- Clash of Ideals The Heart roared—its form expanding violently, lashing out with massive tendrils of darkness. Ethan raised his hand. “Now.” The sanctuary moved as one. Not perfect. Not flawless. But united. Every strike carried purpose. Every defense held meaning. Raven cut through the Heart’s outer layers. Lucian burned through its regenerating core. The Alpha Hunter tore apart its grounded extensions. Kael directed every movement with renewed clarity. And Ethan— Led. Not by power. But by will. The Heart staggered— Just slightly. But enough. --- The Final Image Far above—

All she did was point at the phone with her chin. I gasped. On the phone screen, were the clearest pictures of me I had ever seen. All of them with Jax. Some were from when we were getting into the restaurant. In others, we were laughing, smiling, holding hands and I had to admit that it looked like we were in love. I stared up at Sandra with a sheepish expression on my face. There was nothing I could say now. “You’re engaged to Jax Coleman?” she asked. My brows shot up. Nowhere in the pictures had it looked like we were engaged.

Inside the elevator running upwards, Mizu was holding a rectangular card with her profile. The supposed to be named was written as Player 11659, with the data record of her skills and people killed, showed in the pentagon shape on the side, which is 'Zero.' Then a capitalize letter on the topmost indicates the group she's in, the "EAST HOUSE" and her level under her pic, 'Level 1' a beginner. This will change every fight, she will have, after the scanning.

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He slides a photograph across the desk to me and I snap it up and raise it to examine. The photograph has age, a bit crumpled in one corner. It depicts a family, a once happy family. Leda and her husband stand smiling and proud above a young girl, a young girl who's eyes turn my stomach. I blink several times and redirect my attention to Jonah. "Who is this?" "Mira Marshall. Here, look through this." He shoves the cellular phone at me and I hastily poke around until I have pulled up the picture gallery.

Eden pushed the woman over the ledge, making her fall at least 20 ft and snapping her back. Eden looked down and saw her dead. He went down and took a picture and left. She sent the picture to Malakai and went to her car. Malakai's car. She took it back. "Ok." What. In the actual. Fuck. Malakai's response to her picture was 'ok'. Hee couldn't even write out the full word!? Now Eden was beyond pissed. She had to pull over to make sure she didn't crash as she took a deep breath.

“What are your safe words again, Boy?” “The colour system. Green for good, Yellow for slow down, and Red for stop immediately.” He smiled and put a blindfold over my eyes. “As we have discussed, I have only topped in order to save that part of myself for you. I know you are okay either way. Today I will top you so I can mark you and then we will explore me being the most dominating power bottom in existence. I will be using the horse wipe on you back and ass before taking you forcefully. You will not be allowed release today so I will be using a cock ring on you. Even when I bite you will get no release. If you behave I will have a reward for you where I MAY let you cum.”

Alpha Dante's Point Of View: As I stepped out of the bathroom, my gaze fell upon Aurelia, who was engrossed in examining the photographs adorning the walls of my room. A sense of pride swelled within me as I approached her from behind, gently wrapping my arm around her waist. Leaning in closer, I whispered into her delicate ear, my voice filled with confidence, "You know, Aurelia, I happen to be quite the artist myself."

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.