Novel & Cerita Solo Leveling Ice Elf Leader

Her mask, which had been precariously perched on her face, slipped off and fell to the floor. A seasoned journalist named Alex, had been covering the Manchester family's social circle for years. He had seen countless photos of Liliana Anderson, the elusive "Ice Queen," but never thought he'd cross paths with her in person. Yet, as he scanned the room, his eyes landed on a familiar face - or rather, a familiar profile. The sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, and the distinctive nose were all unmistakable.

I looked at her nervously, glancing at her then at the direction Tia had gone. "Hey there, Kelder," She said, her voice low and whispery. "Oh hey," I said nervously. "I'm Jamine, leader of the Nymphets. I'm sure your girlfriend has told you a lot about me..." she said in the same tone. "Yeah, not really," I said, hoping this conversation would end. "So tell me Kaldar, how strong are you actually?" she asked, but I didn't really know. I knew I was supposed to be stronger than everyone here, but practice also had a hand in it. And I was still very young, they probably had years of experience on me.

’ “Alex, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The Ice Mother Chaos isn’t a treasure that can simply be found. During ancient, even prehistoric times, kings and leaders had fought aggressively to attain it.” “Since you’ve learned to cast the Great Icebound Spell, its power will increase by tenfold once you get hold of it.” “Ten times? You’re exaggerating, right?” “I’m not, and that’s just a safe estimation.” Alex was shocked, tempted as well. No one could remain calm at the mention of ten times more power. “How do I get it?” Alex asked. “This ice is too hard to be broken.”

"The trance just exhausted her. She'll wake in a few minutes." "What did she see?" Bastian's voice was a rumble. "The ice wolf. Is that the Frostmarch alpha?" Maelis nodded slowly. "The Frostmarch has always been led by an alpha who takes the ice wolf form. It's a mutation. A ritual. Something they do to their leaders. He's not just an alpha. He's a weapon." "And the second white wolf," Kellan said, and his voice was cold calculation. "Sable. If she's alive and heading toward us, we need to find her before the Frostmarch does."

High Queen Mab’s POV “You wished to see me your Majesty.” Ice, the Elf leader of my Dark Hunt soldiers says, placing one hand over his heart as he bows to me. My eyes drift over his attractive frame, not for the first time wondering if he might make a suitable donor for future strong children.

A powerhouse at the Holy Celestial Rank’s Consummation was on par with the Four Ancient Race’s Leaders. Yered was really powerful, and gaining a favor from him would be useful. “How are you going to help him recover?” Haleth asked impatiently. James explained, “It’s really simple. He must cultivate the Glacies’ primitive inscriptions and master the Ice Curse. Then, he can use the Cold Energy to suppress the Flammae poison in his body. As long as he can balance them out, he’ll be fine. Additionally, he might even be able to step into the Quasi Bliss Rank.”

I steadied my nerves and opened my office doors, turning back to look at Luna with a steely look. “Look, Gary is too stupid and weak to be able to truly run this pack the way an Alpha should. Even if the Elder’s like him more, he would never dare challenge me.” I said and then stepped through the door. “The Elders only like your son as Alpha because he’s easy to control, he’s a puppet, he’ll just do whatever they want.” Luna Grace sputtered but I shut the door in her face, locking it behind me. I sighed heavily. Living this double was taking a toll on me. My responsibilities up here in the North, my job, and my mate in the South seemed so separate. I was so tired of it.

I had marked his posture, I am definitely going to fuck him up on the ice. After waiting for about an hour. Myself and four other boys who were supposed to be shortlisted were ushered to the waiting area. Alpha Killian was there with two other hockey players. Three boulders separated the distance between us. As we approached, he shouted from a distance. “Mention your name as you climb the last step.” Josh! William! Sean! A.J! Cole! “A.J?” He echoed and stared at me with an unreadable expression. “Yes captain, A.J Lowell.” I responded firmly.