Thomas Solo Leveling Novels & Stories

Behind me, the shouts of Amadeus wolves fade—they can’t keep up. We go deeper and deeper into the woods until the Council buildings as well as the shouts behind us disappear. Then, abruptly, Thomas stops. He stands perfectly still, his back to me. Slowly, he turns. "You shouldn’t have followed me." he sighs, like he’s chastising a disobedient child. "Now you’ll die here. Alone." His voice is different. Stronger. Younger. He still looks like an old man. But the way he holds himself—the coiled power in his stance—sets every instinct I have screaming.

"Especially since you've been avoiding anything to do with Skyler Voss for days now." "I'm not avoiding—" "Child, I'm old. I don't have time for polite lies." His smile took the sting from the words. "You're avoiding him. He's avoiding you. And meanwhile, the bond between you is festering like an untreated wound." I looked away, unable to meet his gaze. "I've been working with Skyler for three days now," Thomas continued. "Teaching him meditation techniques, control exercises, ways to separate his human consciousness from his wolf's more primal instincts. He's a dedicated student. Tries harder than any wolf I've trained."

He let the thought trail off, unwilling to finish it aloud. Emma studied the notes scattered across the coffee table. “What’s all this?” “Everything I know about Leo,” Thomas replied grimly. “His patterns, his weaknesses, the people he’s used and discarded. I’m trying to find a crack in his armor.” Her fingers hovered over the edge of the map, tracing an area marked in red. “And have you found one?” “Not yet,” Thomas admitted. “But I will. I have to.” Emma reached out, placing a hand over his. “You can’t carry all of this on your own, Thomas. You don’t have to.”

He replies, then he lays back on the bed using the headboard as a back rest. We spent the rest of the day getting to know each other more. I like Thomas, he seems almost like a big brother to me now. I know his mate was a rogue who died in the same attack that killed my parents, as they were not marked he was able to survive her death. He is 25 years old and he became a guard for the Luna after his own injuries from that battle healed. The Alpha was impressed with his fighting ability.

of the battle. The Vow of the Key Thomas, seeing his father struggling against three terminators, scrambled out of the "Null-Box." He didn't run away; he ran toward the "Command-Link." "I know the 'Sequence', Mom!" Thomas shouted, his "Independent" spirit shining through his "Friendly" gray eyes. "Dad taught me the 'Shadow-Script'!"

“Let’s just take a step back. Not the time—” Thomas jerked his arm away, not breaking his stare at Xavier. “Yeah, it’s easy to point fingers, but it’s hard to face the truth about yourself, isn’t it?” “Dad, please…” Calla said, trying to move him. Thomas paused, staring at Xavier, and then, suddenly, his expression shifted, his posture going rigid. He took a sharp breath, as if realizing something. The shift was subtle, but chilling. “Okay, fine. I’m not here to trash talk your brother,” Thomas said, his tone now cold, calculating. He pointed at Xavier, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “I need ten grand. Like, right now.”

“I’ll hang back if that’s cool. I could use some alone time.” Myra gave a nod and walked away. Thomas and Gelo were basically inseparable, always training and honing their combat skills together. Knights from nearby lands often sent their sons to learn from them. Thomas swung his sword effortlessly, raising it high and twisting his body as if he were battling multiple foes at once. He was unmatched in speed and strategy on the battlefield. If his impressive skills didn’t make him stand out, his clean-shaven face certainly did. He had kept it that way since she had come out of her room weeks ago, enduring some teasing from his friends, but it didn’t seem to bother him.

I feel the power inside of me surge, and I know that I'm more than a match for Thomas despite his fluke bloodmoon stone usage. Thomas and I circle each other, each of us assessing the other.I charge at Thomas, moving faster than he can react. I land a series of punches and kicks, each one stronger than the last. Thomas tries to fight back, but he's no match for me. I can see that Thomas is growing desperate, his attacks becoming more and more reckless. But I'm too quick, too strong. I duck under a punch, and I sweep his legs out from under him. He falls to the ground, and I leap on top of him, pinning him down. "Give up," I say. "You can't win." Thomas glares at me, his eyes full of rage. Bu

"You don't realize how strong you really are, do you? Davos does. He is so anxious to dominate you because of this. But Katrina, I can assist you. I can help you discover that power. We can defeat Davos if we work together. I felt a chill go through me. Something—something dangerous—was in his voice. I had been working to strengthen myself and break free from Davos's hold for a very long time. Thomas was now informing me that there was more. That I didn't even realize I was holding back? I took a deep breath. "How much does it cost? because I am aware that there is one. Thomas grinned. "You're intelligent. Indeed, there is a cost. I steadied myself by taking a calm breath. "What do you want,

Thomas, with a cold smirk, mocked them, "Thought you could mess with me? I was navigating the underworld before you were even born." No one had expected Thomas, though not known for his physical prowess, to be such a formidable master in his own right. As a legendary healer, his knowledge extended beyond saving lives; he was also an expert in the lethal use of poisons. Scott, seizing the moment, flashed a thumbs-up to Thomas. "Looking sharp, grandpa." Thomas, full of pride, responded, "Never mind me. Take care of Cassie." Selene, witnessing this scene, was fuming with rage. Time was running out, and she was desperate to see Catherine in utter despair.