Solo Leveling Antares Novels & Stories

It was evening, the sun already down and a chilling breeze blew around the place. Alpha Luciano was fast asleep, while his door slowly cracked open, with his special abilities, he could sense the dark aura, but when he had swiftly gotten up from the bed, he saw nothing. He looked over to his left, that was when he noticed his closed window was now open. He went ahead to shut it before leaving the room. He sent for Beta Chris, which about ten minutes later, he showed up with a cup of whiskey.

She wondered if she’d heard the maiden wrong. ‘But it’s such a huge demon! How do we fight?” Alex stood up, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He’d now achieved 2999 golden cores; hence his soul power and bones had leveled up massively. Moreover, he wasn’t satisfied with the battle just now, wanting to find a worthy opponent and test his skills.

Kyle's POV "Stay here for now, okay? Dad will get something to clean your hands," I said after sitting Antares on the bed. I took him to my room because I didn't want to disturb Ale, who might be resting. Antares was quite controllable, even though it was a little hard to believe that at less than six months old, he had already reached optimal development. His posture looked better than other babies his age. He was sturdy and strong. I looked at him proudly every time he did something new. Even though it had only been a few hours since I had interacted with him this closely.

Welcome to the New World. I slammed on my brakes as cars ahead began to swerve and crash. My heart hammered against my ribs. Around me, people screamed. Some ran. Others just stared at the glowing blue screens that had appeared in front of them like holographic phones. A translucent panel hovered in my vision, lines of text scrolling rapidly. Name: Aria Kane Level: 1 Class: Pleasure Architect (Unique – Rare) Stats: Strength 5 | Agility 7 | Intelligence 12 | Charisma 15 | Endurance 8

Each section shifted slightly out of rhythm with the next, creating a subtle, continuous ripple that made it difficult to focus on any single part of it for too long, as though the creature refused to be read properly. “Yeah,” Hayes said, adjusting his stance behind his shield as he watched it approach, “I preferred the ants.” The creature’s head lifted slowly, mandibles clicking together as it fixed on them, and a faint red glow flickered into place above it. Venom Burrower — Level 12 (Elite) Riley let out a slow breath as he settled his grip on the bow, already adjusting his footing without thinking about it. “That’s not a warm-up.” “No,” Aria replied, her voice quiet but certain as she sh

And at the edge of a ruined stone arch, standing atop the horn of a fallen golem, was Anton the Ant—no taller than a boot, wearing a silver-plated helmet the size of a thimble, his voice magically amplified. “CHOKE POINT THE LEFT!” he screamed, pointing his tiny spear at a narrow ridge. “MOVE, YOU FUR COUCHES! THE ENEMY’S DUMBER THAN YOU, NOT SLOWER! GET YOUR TAILS IN FORMATION!” “Are you still alive, you miserable bug?” I growled across the mind-link, slamming a corrupted chimera into a shattered wall. “Alive, commanding, and still prettier than you, mutt!” he snapped. I grinned. Or… well, as much as a blood-soaked wolf mid-fight can grin.

I said, smirking at my mate “but I believe that you’re the master of deceit and acting” “What are you referring to this time, Dante?” Aurora asked, frowning in question, before her eyes widened in realization and understanding. A devious smile formed on my mate’s face, and taking her hand in mine, I kissed her knuckle gently, letting my lips linger there for a few seconds. “I believe that we are going to need to play one final game, neonata” I said, looking her in the eye “a last big show, or more specifically, a grand finally”

[Name: Antgella] [Level: 12 (249 XP left to lv 13)] [Race: Queen Swamp ant (Worker variant)] [Abyssal force: 110/110] [Attack: N/A] [Defense: 15] [Dexterity: 30] [Agility: 10] [Intelligence: 2] [Skills:] Advanced dig Lv 2 (passive) (^) Egg-laying lv 1 (20 AF per egg) (^) Social organism (Passive) Lv 1 (v) + The user will gain [+5%] bonus damage if it's fighting alongside its brethren [Affinities:] None "The rest of you will be abyssal druids for now. Go and help the farmers from now." Next was the only soldier ant. It was at least double in size of the other ants, and its mandibles were much sharper, its carapace was sturdier, and a stinger was on its back.

Severin's determined tone reverberated like a thunderbolt. He unleashed his level three paragon aura, tearing apart the surrounding space and whipping up a tempest of wind. Halbert's expression froze upon hearing Severin's resolute tone, but the stiffness was only momentary. A playful smile tugged at his lips. In his eyes, level three paragons could be crushed with the simplest of movements. As a core disciple of the Yellow Tribe Sacred Land, his demonic skills rivaled those of a level six paragon, earning him the respect of people like Blake.

Where Phantom walks, souls rot in silence. Gripping the token tightly, a grin crept across Andrew's lips. "Eric, you freak… No wonder you're so powerful! So, your Phantom Mirage is actually a Heavenly-tier technique, one of the highest-level techniques out there. But sorry to disappoint you, I'm about to specialize in its natural counter now." Without hesitation, Andrew immediately began practicing the technique from the token. As soon as he mastered the first level, he would be able to turn the tables.