Solo Leveling Hunter Novels & Stories

Maybe he didn't think that my ears were so sensitive. One of the advantages that make me an excellent hunter is that I have perfect ears and eyes that are many times sharper than the average person's. I'm confident that there hasn't been a hunter who can surpass me in that, not even a werewolf. I calmly sat down and continued to weed, pretending not to notice anything. Luckily, I didn't run away.

I breathed hard, dragging my body up as I crawled forward on all fours like a fucking dog. I didn't stop, didn't even look back, not even when the air around me stiffened. Not even when the animals went quiet and the trees froze as though they had held their breath. Because deep down, I already knew what this meant. Growing up, I heard stories, rumours by the other slaves about the Hunter's Territory. No one dared to cross last this line, not even Alpha's or Betas and especially, not Omegas like myself. This land belonged to someone or something more deadly and mysterious.

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

After calling the whole group to order and getting us warmed up with basic laps, Commander Hunter stepped up onto a low wooden crate. "Alright, warriors!" Hunter bellowed, grinning broadly. "Today's challenge is to shift mid-air and leap over a raised platform! Anyone who isn't finished shifting by the time they reach the top will have an interestingly painful experience colliding with solid oak!"

Not only was this suspected Possessed enough of a match for Mane, he had no help. If he wanted to do this alone he had to make sure that his scholar level was the same as the Possessed’s wielding level. When he fought the Earth realm Possessed on Zandor, 3rd lamented that if Mane was a Mid-Level Scholar he wouldn’t have required any help to locate its core. And that was because a Mid-Level Scholar was equivalent to an Earth Realmer. Now that he was facing a Heaven Realmer, unless his scholar level was at the High Level, he couldn’t possibly do this on his own.

The dark figure let out a guttural cry of pain, its life essence flowing forth in a torrent of gore. Hunter is not a skilled swordsman, he sheath his sword to his side for emergency and fights bloody with his lupine abilities. Like a true beast, he launches at a group of five rogues, sending two tumbling in the air with a thrust of his hands as he sinks his teeth deep into one of their necks, his claws piercing through hard bodies, and using his victim as his shield. His jaws are dripping blood, and his clothes are now soaked in it. He sends the last body hurling toward another group as they charge toward him, scattering them in different directions.

However, the strategy works only if the hunters are experienced and the horde is composed of beasts who are not individually strong. One chosen hunter, who is called the sprinter, will take the damage for the entire time while others gang up upon one or two random beasts at a time. While the sprinter takes the damage, the others collectively injure the target and ultimately let the sprinter have the killing blow on the target, letting him gain the saturation points. The non-sprinters have the job of maintaining the constant supply of saturation points. The strategy works for lower tiers because the non-spriters can take it comparatively easy and recover their chakra.

The future of the Adio hunters is looking bright indeed. And not just here. Sameer and Muhsin are taking the guild to a new level staying on par with my new values. Hunters are being trained to investigate deeper into situations before assuming the supernatural being is the problem. It’s opening so many new doors.

she asked. Karen had so many questions, and I didn't know how to answer her. I wished I had the answers, especially now, but I didn't, and it kind of made me feel bad. I knew I had to explain things to her a bit. "The Hunter family are supernatural hunters. They are human beings with special abilities to locate and identify people like me. They also can match our skills and kill us. They are the most dreaded bloodline of all the supernatural hunters. It was all fair initially. The Hunters made sure everyone followed the rules, and no one cheated anyone. We saw them more like judges, juries and executioners. Whenever there were issues, the Hunters would solve them. They could tell when we wer

Those were desires he needed to cast out so that they would not lodge in his heart and sour his spirit, but it was not an easy cause. Hunter made the decision to no longer retreat. The only thing was, though, that while his mother had trained and disciplined his body and mind as a weapon in the little time that they had had together, there had been no training in the use of weapons other than the bow (and that had been in its care and purpose because he had been too small to wield it). He had tried to use his superior speed and dexterity to avoid the Dine while studying the way Hotuaekhaashtait carried and used the weapon. He hoped what he had gleaned was enough to see him through.