Solo Leveling Night Comic Novels & Stories

"Have you forgotten what we talked about last night? I will inform my people that you are my luna. A luna never cleaned like a slave. You will become the Luna of this pack. Act like one." "I am a slave,” I insisted. “I should not forget about that.” "Not under my care. Not under my watch. We need to fool the Council that you are truly my mate. Do you think they will believe it if you clean every mess in this packed house? Use your brain, woman." I bit the inside of my cheeks. "That looks boring. I need to do my daily routine."

“Guess you really are the best in the galaxy.” I smile back, and all my annoyance from earlier disappears. “I think I can probably get the communications system back up and going tomorrow.” And both our smiles falter at that. Because we know what that means. That means we’ll be tested on our willpower and desire to stay on this planet, our heads buried in the sand. It means we’ll have to make a decision. That night, Valen and I lay in our huge, pushed-together bed. But our backs are turned to each other, we’re both pretending to be asleep.

Aleister’s POV “Yo dipshit. Are you on patrol tonight?” Liam said coming into the room shoving toast into his mouth. “Dude close your mouth, I just had the room cleaned. Yeah, I’m on the south side tonight, why?” Shoving me over on my sofa he threw his feet on the table looking over to my screen and rolling his eyes.

Jaylen sighed. “I don’t need anyone.” Rico said with his gaze hardened. “That’s what I said, until I met him.” Jaylen said. Later That Night The shop closed at midnight. The lights were off and the doors locked. Rico was sitting alone in the sleeping quarters, staring at the intercom speaker in the ceiling. It hadn’t called him tonight. It hadn’t called anyone. "Very strange!" The silence felt heavier than any scream. Across the room, Felix mumbled in his sleep. Ty rolled over, clutching a pillow too tightly. Marco was already snoring. Jaylen sat upright in his bed, back against the wall, reading a worn paperback under the bedside light.

"God, here's another poser!" My roommate, Fiona Sharpe, grinned as she shoved her phone at us. Its screen showed a student chat group where a bold message stood out. It read, "Urgently looking for a female date—must be attractive—to accompany me to a banquet. You'll receive ten grand upfront as payment."

“I know what I’m doing, Diego.” He clenched his jaw. “Fine. But if this goes sideways—” “It won’t.” Malrik cleared his throat, clearly amused by the exchange. “Glad we’ve settled that.” He turned back to the map. “We strike at night. No room for hesitation. We’ll have minutes before they realize what’s happening.” Diego exhaled sharply, his mind already running through the risks. Too many. But he had no choice. He looked at the faces around him—Malrik, Gabriel, Hugo… and Erika.

Back at the dorm, I made a quick bowl of instant noodles and sat down at my desk to start today's training. It wasn't until my eyes began to sting from the strain that I reluctantly closed my laptop. Suddenly, my phone buzzed with a new notification. I unlocked it and saw that Hugo had posted something on his social media. [It's so great having you. Thanks for making me hangover soup when I drink too much.] The photo showed Luna in an apron, busy in the kitchen, bathed in soft lighting that gave it a warm, cozy feel.

Naomi is uncharacteristically quiet, and Nicole is holding Pandora, nervously running her fingers through her fur. “So that was a fun girls’ night out,” Eliza says, crossing her arms. All eyes go to her and silence falls over our little group. And then we all start laughing. “I don’t understand why it turned into rats.” I sink onto the love seat opposite the couch. Lucas takes a spot next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I let him pull me against his firm chest, finding instant relief to have my body pressed against his. “Hellhounds don’t turn into anything, right?”

He smiled and said sweetly, “Pleased to meet you. I’m Stewart, the Mid Solo player. My ID in the game is Jin.” His smile was as sweet as honey, and his eyes were a unique crescent-shaped. Leon recognized this guy, too. He was the world’s number one Mid Solo, whether in a group or as a solo player. Other Mid Solo players feared him. He immediately shook his hand. “The pleasure is mine.” As soon as he finished speaking, another youngster with black hair approached him with an extended hand. “Hi. I’m Jonathan, the Top Solo player. My ID in the game is Jon.”