Solo Leveling Monarchs Novels & Stories

We looked back to see Dom standing in the middle of the hall. "What is it, young man?" The Senex asked. "How can they be king and queen when Amy Daunter is alive?" He questioned. "Clare James is the daughter of Jane James, therefore she is the true monarch as she is her daughter. The sword decides the King and Queen. Amy Daunter was never the queen. She was given the title for the time being. We told her that she could attain the title if she could bring us the sword. But she couldn't" He explained to Dom.

“Ma'am, have you ever thought about having two monarchs in the same space? What do you think will happen?” Two monarchs... The expression on the Governess' face solidified. “Do you know what are you saying right now? How could it be possible? Only one monarch can rule within a certain space, and now there's Dior Lee, there will be no second monarch or anything.” Why would there be a second monarch? Once a monarch emerged, the lower-level undeads will instantly swear loyalty to them and will never follow another leader again. Even the higher ones will bow to the monarch. That's why there can't be two monarch, unless Dior Lee is dead.

“The monarch’s mate.” “No,” he muttered. “She’s off limits. I do not have access to the monarch or his mate.” Marcus clenched his fist. He was merely a low-level warrior who hadn’t caught the eye of the monarch. It was one of the higher-ranking warriors who noticed his talent and made him take charge. He could only observe them from a distance. His accomplishments had not given him a voice in the king's court, he could only look from afar. There was no way to get close.

Only something at Royal Mastery Realm could hurt him that quickly—no other monster could possibly do it. About 30 feet ahead of him, a small monkey stared at him with a smug smile. Its eyes were full of mockery, as if saying, "I can't believe there are such weak humans on this planet." "Which level of Royal Mastery are you?" Felix couldn't tell exactly, but he knew the little monkey had to be at Royal Mastery Realm. After making some chattering sounds, the monkey vanished again. Figuring that it was going to try the same trick on him, Felix smirked. He immediately activated his True Intent and started battling against the monkey.

It didn't take a long time before Selene heard the computer-like voice in her hear saying, "Hidden Task: Convince your family how much you want to meet the Monarch. Task Points: 500 Status: Completed Total points obtained: 500 points Would you like to use and redeem your points?" Selene immediately answers no and then closes the tab in the back of her mind space. She's glad the Duchess hugged her if she didn't, she will see the creepy smile on Selene's face.

Trainee Spiritualist! Beginner Spiritualist! Low Level Spiritualist! Mid-Level Spiritualist! The Northern Monarch’s strength finally capped at the peak of Mid-Level Spiritualist. He balled his fists in disbelief once the process was over. But before he could analyse his current situation a severe headache consumed him, and he fell to the ground in agony. “Argh”

Such people are a great asset in war. Being a royal doesn't mean one can have that ability. Even a peasant can possess it. It is a divine gift! When found, such people are taken to the palace and given the rank of a noble. It comes with a nice abode on a blessed mountain. Such mountains are very good for improving one's power level. He will first practice on various sacred beasts of different ranks- both cold and warm-blooded. Later, he'll practice on worthless criminals caught over the years.

"He's been saying that since I've known him. I stopped arguing about it. It's faster and saves your strength." Caspian drags a hand down his face, the universal gesture of a man who married into chaos and is only now truly reckoning with the scope of it. "We are the King and Queen of the Lycan Monarchy," he says, mostly to himself. "We have advisors. We have cartographers. We have people whose literal job is relocation logistics. And my solution is apparently going to be decided by your aim." "My aim is excellent, thank you," Julian says. "Now stand back, this requires focus."

“And I certainly understand the important role that Arden Retis plays in holding this border, but the agreement is one hundred and fifty trained knight units from Arden Retis.” I saw his eyes flicker. He, of course, knew the agreement to which I referred. “Liera,” Lord Anterton tried a smile as he looked to Leongrad. My friend was frowning at me, as taken aback by my unexpected confidence as his father. “That agreement is with the reigning monarch. My offer is generous, in light of the current political situation, and one you would be wise to accept.” “I am the reigning monarch,” I replied firmly, steeling myself. This lamb would roar, in its own way. “Clareath might have married my brother,

“And what have you accomplished on your journey?” She looked up then and said, “I have made an alliance with the dragon king, helped reclaim the Heart of Magic from the King of Beelzanborg, and overthrown an evil dictator.” Nya was proud of everything she’d helped Slate achieve. “Father, King Zar of Frindom, may I present to you King Slate of… the dragons.” “King Slate of Dracu,” he corrected, stepping forward. The two kings greeted one another and exchanged a handshake. “I apologize for your daughter’s lengthy absence. I needed her assistance in reclaiming the Heart of Magic.”