Thomas Solo Leveling Novels & Stories

"I like a challenge, either or It let's me see how I measure up to a legend." "Well then. Shall we?" A Sly grin spread over Thomas's face. "I'm already at fifteen by the way." Havoc looked at Thomas as his hand lit up in flames and pointed it outward towards the enemy ranks. A ring of light passed down Havoc's elbow, when it reached his hand a fireball shot out making a Thoomp sound. It arched outwards like a short range mortar landing in the middle of a large group of enemies. BOOM! It looked as if someone had just dropped a small bomb on their formation to the side if Havoc and Thomas, who stood facing each other, The cries and flames whipping about in the background.

"That must be a spiritual weapon. I wonder what grade it is." "Don't kill him. We want him to work for us. He's a third-grade medium-rank alchemist, after all," Thomas reminded because he worried the Great Elder would accidentally kill Severin. Severin sneered, "Thomas, I'm your opponent and I have decided to kill you and him!" A strong wave slowly dispersed out from his body.

He let out a low, annoying laugh. "Ah, Marissa. What a waste of talent. You know, if only she had seen reason, she could have been great." "You mean if she had gone against all of her principles? "I have lost my temper. She is twice who you will ever be." Thomas's smile flickered and went sinister. And Logan, what will you do about it? Kill me? Do you think that anything will be different when I am dead? I moved forward and said, "Nothing will bring her mind back." "But your mind will stop." He moved first, vanishing into the darkness and leaping at me. I went low and up, claws sweeping to meet him. They struck flesh, and Thomas snarled in pain as his body rebuilt a few feet away. He spat an

"Now, remember the slip. When I throw a slow punch toward your left shoulder, you bob and weave to the right. Keep your eyes on my chest, not my hands." I extended my arm in a slow, deliberate movement. Thomas tracked it beautifully, dropping his center of gravity and smoothly slipping to the right. He bounced back up, a triumphant laugh escaping his lips. "I did it!" he cheered. "You sure did," I laughed, pulling him into a brief side-hug. "You’re a natural, Thomas. Your father is going to be incredibly proud of you when you’re older." Thomas’s smile faded slightly, his eyes dropping to his sneakers. "I wish Kaelen could see me do it. He’s the only one who doesn't treat me like a baby."

(Completed) [+5] [Secret Mission: Exposed the ross's dark secret] (Incomplete) [Final Mission: Fulfil Jasmine's biggest wish](Incomplete) __________________________________________ | Level: 30 | Ability: heiress light | Strength: 12 | Sense: 10 | Intelligence: 30 |__________________________________________ It's a moment of silence for the two. Cheng just came back from the system's space as he felt someone pulls out the screen which is obviously Ava. He didn't foresee this result but it is truly shocking. "Yeah...!!" "Yes!" They shout in unison hopping around on the couch. Ava is pleased for her skinny body to contains some meat while the other is grateful that even a clueless idiot can leve

I'm used to spending large amounts and can't control myself. Thomas gazed at Liesel innocently. It was as if she hadn't turned him down earlier. "Ms. Sharp, please help me." Thomas' voice sounded pleading. Liesel looked at Thomas, who stood almost six feet and two inches tall and was very fit. He was wearing the standard uniform for Hardin Group's mechanical engineering department, but his extremely muscular frame seemed on the verge of tearing the fabric apart. Thomas clearly seemed defiant and exuded the vibe that he was not easy to tame. He was like an eagle soaring freely on the horizon.

“And I don’t give a shit about pride if it means burying you before the week’s out.” That shut him up. But it hurt more than if he’d kept yelling. I holstered the pistol, stood, and shouldered the duffel bag. My hands shook, but I kept moving. Always keep moving. “Rest. I’ll handle this.” Thomas barked a bitter laugh. “Like hell you will.” I glanced back. His eyes were fever-bright, but steady. “You go alone, Rival, you’re not coming back. And I’m not burying you either.”

One powerful jump and it would go straight for Thomas’s throat. Adrian told me to stick to his side like glue… but if I don’t do something, Thomas might die. What should I do? Leah rolled her eyes in my head as we tore through another rogue. ‘Just mind-link him, you dramatic hero with a mid-life crisis.’ ‘Oh. Right. There is that.’ “Thomas! Behind you!” I shouted at him immediately through the mind-link. Thomas spun sharply at the exact right second, catching the rogue mid-leap and tearing its throat out with his jaws.

I warned, glaring at him. “Sorry,” He grinned, raising both his hands in the air. “But it's not the sword, it's your stance.” “My stance?” I scoffed. “The damn thing is fucking heavy.” “Then you learn how to use it.” He said, stepping closer. He nudged my feet with his boot. “Spread your legs, you do not stand at ease during a combat.” “And Xavier, doesn't he stand at ease?” I asked, obeying his command. Thomas circled me slowly, “Xavier is an alpha, a leader who has fought many battles. He knows where the strikes are coming from.”

"Thank you, Boss!" "Keep it up," Hayley said. Jim nodded hard, eyes blazing. Hayley sensed his loyalty spike, rising from 90 to a full 100. Next was Thomas. "Tommy, happy Hearthfall." Hayley handed him a pair of gold reinforced gloves. "Wear these when you hit people. Won't hurt your hands." Thomas broke into a grin immediately. "Thank you!" Hayley felt his loyalty tick up slightly as well. He was already on the Unbreakable Oath tier, so further growth showed more in emotional weight than numbers.