Solo Levelin Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

"Wow! Look at you. My little brother is all grown up and dishing out advice. How did you get to be so smart?" Tim smiled in return before saying, "well, spending most of my time alone allows me to watch a lot of videos on social media. I follow so many relationship coaches and watch all their videos. Mostly because I want to do right by Miley." Cindy laughed hard. "Your motivation is impressive Tim. Miley is a very lucky girl. The problem with your advice is that Maya is very sly. She has so many schemes up her sleeves and I am no match for her shameless and extreme behavior.

The carousel was still there, spinning round as if nothing had changed. I bought a ticket and sat on the same familiar horse. The wind blew against my face. I closed my eyes. For a moment, I could still hear my daughter's laughter… and David warning me, "Be careful." This time, no one was with me. I rode alone. A wave of dizziness washed over me. I knew death was near. I forced my eyes open, but the world grew more and more blurred. With trembling hands, I pulled out my phone and used the last of my strength to dial a number I had not called in years.

I wouldn't have even noticed. Justin didn't try to take a weapon. He didn't try to grab the medicine bag on my shoulder. He just leaned in closer, his lips almost touching my skin and whispered in a scary tone. "You won't survive long playing solo, sweetheart.”

Blakk’s group & the Shane Gang fire their slugs & ghouls towards each other. As I continued to run I looked to my left to see Ghouls while on my right slugs Eli & Dr. Blakk were surprised to see an unknown inkling running & dodging both slugs & ghouls with a flowish motion similar to parkourers do. Then I jump somersault into the air looking at the ground and put my Dharkonis Ghoul & Galeemis Slug named Nightmare & Daybreak in my blasters then I pointed the Nightmare at Dr. Blakk while Daybreak at the Shane Gang and shouted “Checkmate!!” Then I fired the blasters at the same time Nightmare & Daybreak reached their slug velocity mode and hit their targets with pinpoint accuracy blinding both

Lionel said, "which one's yours—the one on the left, or the one on the right?" Jamie didn't get a chance to answer before two DNA reports popped up on the screen. "I'm a helpful guy," Lionel said with a faint smirk. "I already did the tests for you. The one on the left is mine. Neither of them is yours." Jamie froze, eyes wide, and turned toward Tracy in disbelief. "That can't be right! You said one of them was mine!" Tracy hesitated for a moment, then covered her mouth as if something had just clicked.

“And we’re going to need extra bikes, gear … and those new high-tech shit the company is working on.” Another beat. “Fuck it. Sure.” I hang up before he can ask more. My hands are moving fast now, muscle memory taking over. I open the group chat. Damion: S1. LOD. UJ’s. Everyone. Now. Serious Level 1. Life or Death. Uncle John’s place. They’ll understand. They always do. The replies hit almost instantly, lighting up the screen one after the other. Ilkay: Shap. Axel: On my way.

Tillamuk pointed out. “It is the perfect cover. I like this plan. Make it happen. Make damn sure they understand that this is reconnaissance only. Even if they do see her there, I do not want them trying to kidnap her unless they have the perfect opportunity. I do not need those two packs on my ass.” I said. “I will make sure they understand. Xlythenteum will make damn sure his guys do not try anything stupid.” Tillamuk pointed out.

We burned our old sigils under the moon. Painted new ones in ash and blood. “We are not wolves anymore,” I said. “We are Eclipse.” And the howl that followed wasn’t mine alone. It was ours. The moon bled red. The earth opened in silence. From the crater rose something tall, robed, wrong. No scent. No breath. No time. The Man with No Scent was just a vessel. This was the god inside. The Hollow One. And it already knew my name. He came to me while I dreamed. Not Vaeron. Not Dax. A stranger with eyes like frostfire. He touched my hand. The dream caught fire.