Solo Leveling Wolf Novels & Stories

If it gets too high, it will cause your wolf to go rogue. That is exactly what was happening to Arlo. He had so much lyonite built up in his system, he was on the verge of turning rogue. One shift isn't enough to bring those levels down to a safe level. To burn through some of that lyonite buildup, he needs to burn as much energy as possible in his wolf form... So they run. Atlas pushes Arlo to run as fast as he can. The cousins run side by side through the woods, with Arlo dropping behind Atlas when the path becomes too narrow.

I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books. I didn't question how my father died, I didn't question anything. I just let life go with me, I let it heal from all the things that were left behind to move on. Soon we were ready, I left the house with the feeling that I should go back but still I went. The Hall was crowded, everyone surprised to finally see me out of my shell, out of the cave where I had been holed up since the day of the great pain. - I don't think I even know how many times that day I heard that phrase pounding in my mind.

I could see the worry and anxiety in his eyes, and I send a reassuring smile. “I’m fine, ice wolf. Just focus on healing, okay.” I send a flirtatious wink his way and straighten out. Now was not the time to be slacking. The howls of backup are getting closer, meaning I only had a few minutes left to take down this Soulless. I turned to look at the last wolf. He would be trouble, and I knew I had to shift into wolf form if I wanted to kill him. I wasn't shy about my body, as wolves have to go through a shift train. By the time a newly shifted wolf has finished the shift train, they are so used to being naked that the thought of being bare in front of others never crosses their mind. I quickly

I was about to tell them that Derek Novak owned me and harming me would be a big mistake, but was interrupted by Husky before I could speak. “Who cares?” he spoke up. “Anyone who walks past the forest and reaches the fortress is under our mercy. I’m sure her master will thank us for teaching the insolent slave a lesson.” His finger traced one of the scratches on my legs, drawing blood with his protruding claw. He took a whiff of the blood and smiled before tasting it. He smiled. “Sweet.” It was Pitchy who seemed apprehensive. “Perhaps we shouldn’t touch her. We don’t know who owns her.” Still, his eyes were on me, his free hand running the length of my arm.

He spoke: "I know you are confused about a lot of things: you have been given a gift by the Oracle- you are now a werewolf but your mind is yet to adapt to your new abilities. You will experience heightened senses, a burning anger, and a fearful hunger. Under a full moon, your abilities will increase but so will your desire for blood. Eventually, you will learn to control this but for now you need to be careful let's the beast in you destroy what you cannot restore"

He said, "I thought you were on her side all this while. But please, you are not doing us any kindness here. Do you think you are doing the right thing? I can tell you are doing the wrong thing. Let's beg her and see what she does." "Beg my ass" he scoffed out a mirthless chuckle and pointed the gun towards Andre "You will not tell me what to do with her. Do you understand me!" Andre said, "Calm down. That will do, Norris. There is no need for that." My lips trembled at the drama. They wouldn't dare to fight me or my wolf, because we both were just deadly. I could single-handedly take on a whole Pack and beat them to a pulp.

“You loved her because she was there. Because she was familiar.” “No,” I correct. “I loved her because she was made for me.” My wolf surges forward, no longer content to remain beneath my skin. The sound of my bones cracking fills the arena. My muscles tear and reform, turning me into something I haven’t been in lifetimes. The world narrows as I shift, the sound ripping out of me like a roar pulled straight from my soul. Fur explodes across my skin, silver-black and blazing with power. My senses sharpen brutally: smell, sound, heat, and fear.

* but another part, the part tied to Alexa, my wolf, pushed me forward, refusing to let me stop. I burst into a clearing and froze for a split second, taking in the scene. Five rogues were tearing into a lone wolf, their teeth and claws relentless. But this wasn’t just any wolf—the aura radiating from it screamed pack wolf, someone with rank, maybe even a title. The rogues didn’t care, their attacks brutal and unyielding, like they were determined to rip it apart. My instincts took over, and I shifted into Alexa, my silver wolf form surging forward. I leaped out from the bushes with a roar that shook the ground, the sound so powerful it felt like it came from somewhere deeper than me.

It wasn’t home but it could be something. I remained silent, my gaze finally meeting his. “Just until I figure myself out,” I said finally. “Good enough,” the wolf responded, making his way into the forest with a few wolves following behind him. “Zeke?” I asked, shifting my gaze to Loren. “Yep,” he responded, a knowing smirk plastered across his face. –When night came, the compound quieted into subtle murmurs and light laughs, all blending into the crackling sounds of burning wood, set in different locations around the base.

“Now.” But it was too late. A growl came from the trees. Then another. Then ten more. Eyes glowed in the dark. Dozens of them. Rogue wolves. Huge. Scarred. Foaming at the mouth. Lycan stepped forward. “This is your only chance. Leave. Or die.” The rogues didn’t speak. They charged. **Rosa’s POV** The fight was chaotic. Snarls. Blood. Claws. I sliced one rogue’s throat, then ducked as another leapt over me.