Solo Leveling Hunter Novels & Stories

His eyes went immediately to my wrist. "She marked you." "Yeah." I held up my hand so he could see the glowing numbers. "Apparently I need to kill twenty things and earn fifteen hundred credits before I can level up." "Welcome to the grind," he said. "How are you feeling?" "Like I got thrown into a nightmare and told to make the best of it." I lowered my hand. "How long did it take you to reach Stage Two?" "Eight months. I was cautious, methodical. Some Hunters do it faster if they're willing to take risks." He sat down on the cot next to mine. "But speed isn't always better. The Hunters who rush through tend to die before they reach Stage Three."

"The Blood Hunt is about tracking and endurance. If Kael’s wolf tires, your stability will be strained. You must be prepared to maintain that shield for three full days without rest." Later that evening, in the Alpha study, Kael was quiet, focused on the map. "The Blood Hunt is designed to isolate and exhaust," Kael explained, his voice flat. "The contenders are scattered across the territory. We are given a target, and we hunt. The Mate is crucial because without your calm, the exhaustion will trigger the Feral Shift - a fatal disqualification." I placed my hand on the Fading Stream marker on the map. "We stick to the plan. I will be your anchor. But we need to use this time to ensure the e

He must think I’m a total donut. “How unusual you are.” We drift into silence, then he says, “I’m going to personally train you. Every day. It’s going to be painful, but you will be the best hunter I’ve seen by the end.” The blood drains from my face. “Why would you do that?” “I see your potential. You threw yourself off a building to catch a demon.” He leans against the desk. “Not many hunters would go to that extreme for a level three. In fact, most of them would shit themselves.”

I tell him. “I finally get to pull out my driver,” Yoel jokes. “Talk to me about Sophie,” I say. “Talk to me about her Hunter blood.” “We Hunters are kind of like you werewolves,” Yoel starts. “We can blend in with everyone, until about 17 or 18. We get stronger. If we train, we can become comparable to young wolves. The more we train, the stronger we get. By 19, we are ready to hunt. If we start hunting, we can control ourselves. By 21, our need to kill becomes uncontrollable. And if we can’t satisfy out bloodlust, we will start going a little crazy.”

Chimp said happily. Even though he did not know who Leon was, Leopard and Chimpw were the two strongest fighters in Mistcloud Mountain, and they were only at the advanced Acquired State. With Hunter's skills at the peak Acquired State, it would be incredibly easy to deal with Leopard and Leon! "Leopard, come at me with that brat, don't waste my time," Hunter pointed at Leon and Leopard incredibly arrogantly. "Just with you? You're quite good at talking, but your actual skills are trash!" Leone was amused by Hunter's arrogance.

His rough growl echoed around the room as he gradually removed the black mask covering his face. “guess I don’t need this anymore. Now put this on or I’ll do it for you!” he taunted as I glowered at him, folding my arms across my chest. He can’t be serious. “Listen very carefully. I’m going to win these fucking games and do you know what that will make me? Your fucking luna. I will out rank you so show me some respect before I bash all your fucking heads together to knock some sense into you,” I growled, my wolf lacing with my voice. Hunter had the nerve to dip his head when I spoke, letting out a sigh.

the hunter yelled at his comrades. I saw some relief on Dad’s face when he realized me and my brother were presumably safe but it was short lived as he still needed to keep Sofia safe. While the hunters had their attention divided between the fight and what their friend told them I climbed to tree I had been hiding behind and pulled out my bow. I quickly lined up my first shot and managed to his the hunter to my dad’s left right through the throat causing the other hunters to panic and look around.

That’s the way the ritual is set up. It sucks, though. I don’t like standing back here and watching. I want to help. I want to be in the thick of things, showing my new mate what I’m capable of. I’ve never killed a Moon Caster before—nobody does until after age twenty-three; only those who are of age go on the hunts. But I’m sure I could do it. Kaely doesn’t have any trouble without me, though. The fight only lasts a minute. Then the Moon Caster is on the ground, blood pooling beneath him, eyes staring at nothing.

The most important lesson on this hunt is to access your target properly and understand when they are above your capacities so you don't go wasting your precious life to prove a point and still fail at it. The students chuckled as Aaron's face redened. “Proceeding, we have the last, the S-level games,” There was this paleness in her face as she spoke. “They are extremely rare even for upperclassmen. They hunt purely for fun and in groups of two…” a shudder ran through my spine. “They won't just kill you in one blow. They will toy with you, rib you limb by limb for the fun on you. Use you as a freaking board game to compete with each other. To keep it short, you will die a very slow agonizing

I was watching my weight anyway and I needed to get in and out fast, I didn’t want to wait any longer to get this journey started. “Jarvis, navigate me to The Academy in Maine.” I said. I knew this would be a multiple day journey, because we would be stopping in between, but we had to go that direction anyway. “As you wish, ma’am.” He said, and we were off. I ate my food in silence, pondering my journey. How funny is it that when I was younger I swore to be the first in my family to break the mould and not become a Hunter. But now, I'm one of the top Hunters. I guess revenge and hatred will fuel you to succeed, even if you never wanted to.