Solo Leveling Night Comic Novels & Stories

"A creature of the night. And in the shadows, I’ll remain until they come for me." And then, with a weary sigh, he set about the grim task of disguising the scene as an animal attack. No matter how much he wanted to embrace the bloodlust completely, he wasn’t ready for the council to come for him. Not just yet. *** *PRESENT DAY* Josh scanned the room, looking for the TV remote. The storm warning had been flashing on the screen for what seemed like an eternity, urging the townspeople to take shelter. "Got it!" he exclaimed, summoning the remote with a casual flick of his hand and switching the TV off. A stray cat purred at his feet, winding its way around his ankles. "You think Damien's still

I grumble. “We still have three more nights of this to go.” Tarryn pointed out. “Shut up. How dare you talk to your boss like that! You are fucking fired.” I hissed. I looked over my shoulder when I heard someone laughing. I knew who it was, and he should really watch it. He might technically be my boss, but I know where his ass sleeps every night and when we are there, he must bow down to me. I am sure Sofyia would not be upset if I murdered him in his sleep. I flip him off which causes Tarryn and Laveena to laugh. I head to my office to grab my shit. I dropped down into the chair. Fuck my feet hurt. I slipped off my shoes rubbing my poor abused feet. I am hoping I can talk my alpha into a

“There is a line of applicants in the lobby. That’s where she should go.” I got jolted when I heard a domineering voice. Who was that? Suddenly, the swivel chair turned to face us, and my eyes widened in surprise to see who had suddenly talked earlier. He was the guy I had a one-night stand two weeks ago! “Uncle,” I heard Mico call him. “Uncle?!” Did I just hear it right? He said, ‘Uncle?’ Damn! I never thought I had a one-night stand with his uncle!

Or their carers. Grayson scraped his broad-spanned hand through the thickness of his hair. I stared in fascination at the deep grooves his fingers left behind. I started to think about those long, tanned fingers gliding down the bare skin of my arm, or my legs... I shivered and then swallowed thickly and quickly realigned my shoulders and spine back into a stiff don’t-mess-with-me pose. It’s kind of become my default posture in life, to be honest. Always bracing myself for a fight. I had no idea why I was suddenly fantasizing about Grayson Barlowe’s fingers on my body. It’d been a long time since I’d been intimate with anyone but surely I could find someone a little more suitable than my num

Safe. Liora and Garrick Liora stood on the lodge porch, watching the celebration, worry etched deep in the lines of her face.Garrick broad, grizzled elder, former enforcer, silver in his beard approached quietly, hand gentle on her shoulder.“You carry the weight of the world tonight,” he said, voice gravel soft, full of respect.She turned, eyes tired.“The power in her… it’s beautiful. And terrifying. What if it consumes her?”He took her hand, thumb stroking her knuckles.“You have guided this pack through worse. You are our wisdom. Our goddess.”He led her to his cabin simple, warm, fire crackling low.No rush.He undressed her slow hands reverent, mouth kissing shoulders, the curve of her back,

Prue said easily, thumbs flying over her screen. So that was it – best buddies already. Sharing memes, videos, inside jokes – all while I sat there watching from the outside, irritation sharpening again because I knew da.mn well I’d put myself there. My Beta and Delta had told me more than once that my views on lone wolves were outdated, rigid, inherited baggage I refused to unpack, but letting go of them felt like betraying my grandparents, like erasing something foundational even if it no longer fit the world I was living in. “Oh, and I love this stand-up comedian,” Prue said next, and within seconds both Greg and John were watching the same clip out of sync, the same monologue funky playi

Alexander nodded, “And you're sure about this strategy? Going after him publicly using the board?” “It's our best shot,” I replied. “Why? Do you have concerns?” “Nope,” he smiled. He then twirled some pasta in his fork and fed it to me. I accepted the bite, then returned the gesture. About an hour later we were on the terrace having ice cream as we sat on a mats under the starry night. I closed my eyes as the first spoonful of ice cream melted on her tongue. The sweetness cut with salt was exactly right. “Look,” Alex pointed upward. “You can actually see Orion tonight.”

“Oh?” “Yes. The darkness from beyond night itself wishes bad things, don’t you know?” Ralta smiled. “Then we shall crush them and their hairy pets. This time, we will be ready and will be coming for them. I do so detest being the southbound end of a northbound female dog.” ***

I mutter to myself, waiting for a response. “How much for a night?” He asks out of the blue, making me furrow my brows. What is this fucker talking about? “What? I’m not a prostitute” I complain. “Never said you were…you just put a label on it” He states, casually unwrapping his towel from his waist, making me turn around on impulse.

After sending the message, Luna stayed on the chat interface with Levian, waiting for his reply. She murmured, "Are you asleep or busy?" Her cell phone rang when she was about to fall asleep. Luna opened her eyes, and looked at her phone. Levian sent her a text: 'Good night.' She smiled. She enjoyed chatting with him every day. It was a cold night, and Levian was sitting alone in the yard. He was holding a cigarette, his expression obscured by the smoke. He was holding his phone with another hand, showing the chat interface with Luna.