Solo Leveling Ant King Novels & Stories

The handover of the hotel must be mired in minor details. After he showered, he lay down in bed. After a while, he turned on his laptop and logged into Whale Streaming. Amelia was not streaming, nor was his cousin Lily. Hence, David was just wandering around, but his level was indeed a little terrifying. He was at Level 1100. Whenever someone was at Level 1000 and above, they would be King. David casually clicked on a game stream. Once he entered the stream, a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon started circling on his screen. Then, four golden words appeared. ‘The King Has Arrived!’

"Are you so sure I'm not already on to your staggering level of stupid plans?" Wrapping his arms around his knees, the no-fur wiggled his toes. The movement made his claws tap on the concrete floor. "Then enlighten me, oh master of the Underworld, how would you go about dethroning yourself?" "Well, not like this." King attempted to shake his head in derision but he couldn't move it much either way. "You have not ensured your safety, for one. Did you miss the ‘turn the bars to dust’ bit before? You got straw in that head of yours?"

With the amulet around his neck, Harrion could feel the connection it created between him and the puppets that would soon fall under his control. Harrion Bergmont knew that he was now ready to enact the final stages of his plan. He had the amulet, he had the drug, and he had the centuries of hatred bore from his predecessors, and the centuries of hatred inherited from his predecessors, intensified with each passing generation. All that remained was to put everything into action, to strike and reclaim the throne that had been stolen from his family. But Harrion’s ambitions did not stop there. He knew that to truly secure his victory, he needed more than just an army of empty vessels. He neede

“If that path exists, Juniper, then of course I want to be on it with you. I just think that…I mean, I don’t know if it really exists. Surely, if it did, they’d have already told us.” “Oh, I’m not sure I believe that,” Anton murmurs, meeting my eyes with his own serious gaze. “I think that when it comes to most Kings, they like people to believe that they have all the power. And that they’re quite comfortable using it to make women strip themselves down for their pleasure. I think that there’s certainly more to this story – and I, for one, am going to help you both uncover it.”

For a long time, he typed, deleted, and retyped, but never hit send. By the time the entire pack of cigars was gone and the smoke thinned into the night, he closed his eyes and finally sent a single message: [Three days from now, there's the Alpha gathering. I'll be bringing Lilith as my companion. I've arranged a servant's pass for you. Behave yourself, and don't cause trouble.] … At the grand Alpha banquet, Alexander arrived with Lilith on his arm, every inch the devoted protector. Only when the Alpha King appeared did he finally tear his gaze away from her and raise his glass in salute.

I stared at him blankly with surprise as he gave me a stern glare. The Alpha of the territory spoke again with a deep and final tone. Releasing his Alpha pheromone. "Stop this, Ariel." I gulped. His pheromones were nothing compared to the pheromones I just faced now. I have felt an Alpha's pheromones, a Beta's but those are nothing compared to this. So, this is how strong the Alpha King is. My grip on the gun loosened, and my knees buckled as I collapsed to the ground in defeat. I looked at Elijah Jaeger — the Alpha King, and supposedly my mate. Was this all a prank? I gasped for air while Elijah's eyes hovered around my body.

Impossible… Could it be… that he was… Lucius smiled as if he could hear what she thought. “I am the King of Lafazall, and the Alpha Wolf of this kingdom, my dear.” ***

King Herod continued, still oblivious to the environment or maybe he didn't care. "I do not send my men to slaughter. I have trained men but they serve better purpose." The King said, eyes fixed on the King who seemed to love death as he stared back at it. The Kingdom of Latoli is a small kingdom and I knew how large the Kingdom of Bakarish is. The King had men, many men. Men that could destroy the Kingdome of Latoli in one night. Nothing could give the King of Latoli that confidence to speak to the King that way, only if...he had someone backing him.

“We storm in. We get her before they even realize we’re here.” “No,” I said firmly, voice calm but edged with steel. “Orders come from the Alpha King. We move with a plan, or we risk losing everything. One mistake, one misstep, and it’s over.” Cain’s jaw tightened, eyes flicking toward the city, but he didn’t argue further. He trusted the command structure, as he always had, and the tension in his stance betrayed the impatience he felt. Anton returned, phone in hand. “Alpha King and Queen are connected,” he said, voice steady. “They’re ready.”

​I slashed my heavy claws through the chest of a massive, resurrected bear, kicking its carcass aside, and finally broke through the inner circle. ​The obsidian altar sat in the middle of a clearing. ​The True King was hovering there, a few inches above the black stone. He wasn't even fighting. He wasn't directing his troops. He just looked completely, utterly bored. ​"You're making a mess, dog," the King’s voice scraped against the inside of my skull. It felt like someone dragging a rusty nail down a chalkboard. "And you aren't even watching the real show." ​He raised a pale, rotting finger and pointed up at the ridge.