Solo Leveling Black And White Novels & Stories

' Tisha sighed, "but I am afraid of Kingston. He is dangerous and I can't help but worry about you. I don't want anything to happen to you, Spencer. I won't be able to forgive myself." Spencer chuckled, "your concern for me is heartwarming but do not worry. My brother and I learned martial arts many years ago. I am a black belt in karate and I have a licensed gun. Kingston should be the one afraid and I have already started working against him. As for Joanna and Lizzy, the first step of my plan is to pit them against each other, once I have achieved that, we will easily kick them out of your company. Do not worry, I have someone working on that already.

I asked. Tinitigan niya ako at nakita ko kung paano kumislap ang mga mata niya. Something about him changes that it's making me feel like I'm floating. "Your core is different from your soul, it has different color." Napangiti ako. "What's the color of my core?" "Black, it's black." Black, huh. What does that even mean? "And my soul?" "It's white, pure white." Mas lalo akong napangiti. "Silly."

"I gave him everything, Mom. The Swamp. The River. The Iron. And he just... drank it." "He tricked you," I said, checking the charge on my own weapon. "He used your momentum against you. It’s a judo throw, Leo. Not a checkmate." "He's a black hole," Leo said. "How do you fight gravity?" "You don't," I said. "You climb." The lift slammed to a halt at the Spire level. The doors hissed open.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

I won't give her any satisfaction. “You know…,” Natasha sneered, "we only train because to show us with the Ashwing Owls. They are the one who decides who is strong enough to be Luna and who is just pretending to be strong but is weakling," I clench and unclench my fists at her words, trying not to show any reaction to her words. It's also true that Ashwing Owls are one of the strongest creatures in the supernatural realm. Their feathers shimmer with ember, allowing them to blend into the sky.

Its surface was shattered, spiderweb cracks spreading out like fractured veins. I reached out and touched the cold glass. The broken reflections fractured my face into jagged pieces, distorting my features into something unrecognizable. A shiver ran down my spine. This was no accident. Someone had been here — sending a message I wasn’t yet ready to read. --- That night, sleep was a stranger. In the darkness, I heard a whisper, faint but clear. *“Find the truth beneath the surface.”* I told myself it was the wind, the city playing tricks on a tired mind. But deep down, I knew it was something more. Something waiting.

Uncertain. “Is it over…?” No response. My heart pounds. Loud. Heavy. I reach out— slowly— carefully— “…Leon—” His head tilts slightly. Just enough. And when he turns— my blood runs cold. Because his eyes— they’re completely black now. “…control… restored…” The voice is calm. Cold. Final. “…threat level increased…” My breath catches. “…elimination required…” He takes a step toward me.

Then black. Nothing.

When I woke up, I stretched lazily before the comments appeared in my vision again: [Whoa, talk about bloody! There's nothing scarier than human nature in the apocalypse!] [Yeah, it really magnifies the darkness of humanity…] [To think he could even do that to his own parents… what an animal!] [What a selfish scum! He could do anything for a mouthful of food!] I turned on the surveillance and saw Charles and his parents fighting each other, bloodied and bruised, all over a single pack of instant noodles. "You old hag! Why are you fighting me for this food when you've got cancer?"

She was gripping a silver blade so tightly her knuckles were white, the metal gleaming dangerously in the light. Without a moment of hesitation, Sylvara launched herself off the roof, cutting through the night air like a hawk. She landed with a heavy thud directly in front of Zayla, but Zayla didn’t even flinch. As Sylvara looked closer, she realized Zayla’s eyes were completely black, no iris, no white, just a terrifying void.