Solo Leveling Wolf Novels & Stories

As I remained quiet, she asked in a low voice, "Do you know what type of wolf is the most endangered, Delilah?" I answered with a frown, "Umm, Omega?" She clicked her tongue and informed me, "Nah, it's the Lone wolf who remains an easy target for the predators." My heart picked a beat at that. It was true though. Lone wolves were easy prey as they were not protected by any pack. Plus, joining the pack strengthens our ability and ensures our safety. The higher the rank of your pack, the higher the status you own. Akira tried to convince me, "Besides, we are the Healer and we obviously can't hide it forever from the world."

he explained. "And slowly, I will go up to the beta level that I am, now please make this a fast process," he begged.. "Take your stance," he instructed and I stood confused. "Are you not going to help me," I asked. "Help you, or hell no, you figure that yourself," he replied. "A wolf's stance differs based on their abilities, agility and body shape," he further explained.. "So it's your body, figure it out yourself," he says. "Now get ready," he said and went on to attack me.

I spoke with a flat tone and watched the colour drain from his face and fear take over. “Kill him.” He shouted as he shifted into a muddy coloured brown wolf. One that was no match for my own. I ran straight for him, shifting mid air into Khaos' huge black wolf. One of the other wolves came at me from the side as Jack went in for my throat. Both were nothing, as I kicked my back legs out at the unknown rogue and heard the snapping of bones as I shattered his jaw. Followed by his yelp of pain. Jack, seeing that he wasn't going to get my throat veered left and jumped onto my back, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.

It felt exhilarating, and the vibrations of the earth beneath his paw were liberating. His eyes, sharpened by wolf senses, caught every detail. The world was sharper, brighter, and more vibrant. The wind carried a hundred different smells. There was a shift in the air as the tension tightened his muscles. His heightened instincts screamed danger as the hair along his neck stood on end. His paws clicked softly against the ground as he steadied his breathing, even though adrenalin surged beneath his fur. His eyes narrowed as he lowered his body instinctively and avoided a slash from a wolf that pounced on him.

It's great to feel the ground on your paws, branches crunching as you run faster than you'd think ever possible. For some reason, my wolf Zalia suddenly begs me to go into the woods. I walk in, wondering if she wants a run when she almost jumps in my head, yelling faster and telling me to head to the left. Walking slower than she wants, I creep forward, moving deeper. After about half an hour, i hear noises coming from ahead, and my wolf whines, begging me to hurry. I sniff the air and smell the slight smell of a rogue but also lavender with a hint of mint. Rogues are dangerous in most cases because they have no pack and can go feral on their own. The good thing is you can always tell when t

Noticing the wolf, she stopped abruptly, bared her teeth, sucked in the air so that her nostrils fluttered, her pupils dilated. I could hardly restrain my beast so as not to rush at her, he bared his teeth in displeasure, to which the she-wolf slightly bent down. My wolf growled approvingly: he definitely liked the reaction of the female. She crouched on her front paws, arching ingratiatingly. But as soon as I took a step towards her, she abruptly jumped up and rushed to the side with such agility that, taken aback, I only saw the silvery tip of the tail flashing by. Well, do you want to play, girl? Having growled enough, the wolf rushed after, especially since I already knew where the she-w

"My claws are working on gathering the resources! Can your instincts recover the evidence faster?" "No! The magic spell on this slate is a total headache!" Then why did your wolf bother linking me right now? Confusion flared in my chest. "Stop trying to scrape together the pack coins from your small territory," Byte 7 grumbled, his tone turning arrogant. "Just come to my rogue den and be my mate for a single week, and we are completely even." He was a legendary solitary wolf who never allowed anyone near his territory, so being offered a spot in his den was a massive gesture in his mind.

I am a force he never anticipated. The final test is a single, massive weighted pillar, almost as tall as me, standing in the middle of the arena. Everyone expects him to crush it first. He grips it with confidence, his muscles straining, and the crowd roars their approval. I step forward, calm, focused, channeling my wolf’s energy. My hands wrap around the pillar. My wolf inside me roars. I lift it, slowly at first, then faster, faster until it crashes to the ground with a deafening thud. The sound shakes the arena.

Zion asked with a frown on his face. "I now have a wolf!" Zion went still. "That's a lie." He laughed. "We are omegas and can never have a wolf, Hazel. Is something wrong? You look like you're going crazy." "No, I am not," I smiled. "You have a wolf also." Zion laughed, seeming to sense danger. "Okay. Now I know you're crazy. I do not have a wolf. How do you know this?" I stretched out my hand and my claws shit out. My fangs did the same and I growled.

Spat out like a disobedient pup onto the soil beside the encampment, Tilla was left with little time to revel in the earthy smell of the ground or its damp texture as the Wolf barked an order in her direction, ‘Get on my back. His familiar gruff tone, entering into her head. Tilla glared at the Wolf’s fierce glacial colored eyes to warn him of her distaste for his objectionable manners. However, aware that to argue with him would be counterproductive and detrimental towards their cause, Tilla followed the lycanthrope’s instructions. Lowering himself onto the ground, so that she might mount his back easily, Tilla swung a leg over one side of the Wolf. Straddling the beast, she took his fur in