Solo Leveling Ant King Novels & Stories

AT KING DONOVAN’S MANSION “Alex!!,Alex!!”A guy yelled walking into king’s room and it appeared like king was about to take some nap. “Xavier!!, Stop yelling my name like that and how many times do i have to tell you to stop calling me that!!!”King half-yelled and shot him a harsh glare, a glare that could take someone on their knees but xavier looked unbothered. “Calling you king is absurd and by the ways?, i am your best friend not some outsider”Xavier rolled his eyes and sat on a chair which was big enough that people could mistake it to be a throne.

contract which is not assuring. The crowds clapped as they strode to the podium while some whistled. The old Kingmaker with his twitched irritated lips climbed the podium before reading from a big book. "Today, the successor of King Rex, King Alex of Lexsborough is going to be joined with his loving mate..." At the mention of that, Alex squeezes her arm a little harder and when she looked into his eyes, they were as hard as a rock. It didn't stop her from leaning to his side and whispering into his ears.

Concentrate, I tell myself. King insists on zipping the pants even when I bat his hands away. The familiar red haze fills my brain, swelling to the point of exploding, and the pain seizes me. "You must fight it," King urges through the fog of chemicals invading my body. He removes his hands and waits for me to gain control. I need fingers to accomplish this task, so I focus on fingers not claws. It takes a few minutes for the human me to take the lead again and zip myself the rest of the way and find the hole on the other side of the seam and slip the button into it. I glance up at King with incredible pride in this simple accomplishment. He smiles and nods, totally understanding how good it

No wonder the ointment she made was so magical. Antaotao lay on the bed for a while and felt bored all over. She wanted to go out for a walk and breathe some fresh air. Looking at Mr. King who was dealing with documents, Antaotao couldn't help but reach out to pull the hem of his clothes and said, "Mr. King, I don't want to lie on the bed anymore. I want to go out for a walk." Mr. King looked up at her expressionlessly and asked, "do you want to take a walk?"

It says The Alpha King in the picture because I'm currently trying to get the book title switched to that! For anyone confused about why there are two different names. Happy New Year!!

"Ok, now I want to get out of here, Mewo." I had just finished, and the snakes followed each other and made the stairs. Mewo reminded me to step on them. King David and Jame saw how I got out of the hole just in time. I just put my foot out of the hole and saw them standing there. David's eyes squinted dangerously, and he stared at my neck for a moment and then moved his eyes. Instinctively, I knelt in front of David. Except for the closest soldiers, anyone who met the king had to bow his head.

He was nothing compared to Lucian’s beast. “Now, now, now, it is no way to speak to your future Queen. Is it?” Alexa smirked, knowing well what kind of reaction she could expect. Giselle’s jaw dropped and her face held a look of awe. “I challenge King Antonio and whoever wants to test Lucian’s patience. Once Lucian has handed your ass back to you, you can drag your smelly butts to wherever you came from,” Alexa declared looking at the King pointedly. A single bark from Antonio silenced the protested growls of the elite guards. “I ag-g-rree,” Antonio’s beast drawled as he sized up his opponent.

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.

Him? “Not ‘king,’” Anton breathed. The pieces snapped together with awful, perfect symmetry. Marcus’s obsession, his endless, pathetic game. “He didn’t see himself as the king. He was the other piece. The one that moves in straight lines, that attacks from the side. The one that can become anything if it reaches the end.” He stepped up to the panel, his voice clear and steady, speaking directly into the microphone. “The key is ‘Queen.’” For a second, nothing. The countdown reached 00:00:07.

I couldn't even notice a simple trick that was just playing out. "Don't bother about that, and instead try your best to focus while I do the same." I muttered and stood up to continue. Just then, I spotted the antelope from afar. Liam gave me a knowing look and I could see the gleam in his eyes. He was reminding me of my present state. I didn't need him to remind me because I knew exactly what I was doing.