Solo Leveling Hunters Novels & Stories

My cousins reside at the estate with their parents and they made every effort to give me a comfortable life after my parents died. Especially providing me with a normal life even though they are not an ordinary family. My cousins are always practicing self-defense and using various weapons. A behavior that is uncommon for ordinary people. Until I discovered from our grandfather that they were hunters, but I had no clue what they were after. That’s because if you want to know what they’re after, you must first become a hunter. I didn’t bother finding out more because that’s the rule and all I wanted was an ordinary life.

“I see them…” hisses one of the painted hunters among the branches, his voice seemingly carried by the vines to his companions nearby. His arm is tense as a drawn bowstring, the venom-tipped javelin in his hand has never failed him. He knows this with confidence. EmeraldEyes looks from the speaker to the other points he has placed his hunters and solitary warrior. He waits patiently to spring their long-practiced trap; honed for generations to bring down anything from ancient, gargantuan predators, to herds of beasts that would yield weeks of meat.

Catching one will not cause their whole downfall. “Second day, they trained me and discussed everything that I need to know. They have this hierarchy starting from the head, down to the hunters, next are the assassins, and the last ladder was the line of drug mules and weapon smugglers. Only the hunters and assassins were filled in with details and provided with personal contacts, the drug mules and weapon smugglers should only do their job and get their shares when they succeed. I, for example passed as the hunter. They gave me a mission—”

Snipers mind-link: yes Luna. Luna Paulina mind-link to pack: remember, we do not fire unless they fire first. Then take out only those that act against us. Snipers mind-link: yes Luna. The hunters grabbed their gear from the rear of the SUV and the bed of the trucks. After loading their rifles, they put grenades in their belts, grabbed four gas cans, and two flame throwers, and began the hike toward the pack house. Conversation went on between the hunters as they walked. Ike was at the front of the group and turned around to address them all, “lock and load folks. Time for some target practice. Remember that every wolf you kill, the boss will pay you for.”

As well as that, they also have searchers. Searchers are the ones who’re more like travelers in the kingdom. Their job is to search and confirm the level of a beast and then tag the beast. When they do this, it reflects in the hunting base that’s in each section of all the villages and informs the hunters nearer, and they’d be able to pick a mission of their choice from all the available ones.

It doesn’t. The hunt is all he needs to channel his energy now. The forest is alive with rustles and scurries of creatures. He goes primal, instinctual; something he knows how to do without thinking too much about it. Ahead, a few yards in front of him, is a deer grazing. Lowell crouches low, muscles coiled tight for the kill, then shoots forward in one fluid motion; claws sunk into flesh. It gives a strangled cry then goes limp. Blood fills his mouth, metallic, grounding; enough distraction for the moment from the storm raging inside him.

Hunter’s POV A small group of my warriors and I have been stationed at Caleb’s village the past few nights. Caleb sent a few of his best patrol men to help us with the terrain. We needed to keep the fight away from both pack lands and bring it to Red Moon’s. This would ensure the safety of our she wolves and pups. The terrain was much different than what my warriors and I are used to and we needed to adapt ourselves to the land. Caleb’s men ran drills teaching my warriors how to dig deeper into the slick rocks, so they don’t lose traction. It was a brutal training course but one that was necessary and my warriors and I would only come out stronger.

Everyone in the mansion was busy, frantically moving from one point to another. She saw Liam and the other soldiers from the Delta Elite getting ready with all their combat gear. This is really not necessary for them, but according to Solana, it helps them from initial attacks from the hunters which use wolfsbane to weaken and crippled them. The gear shields them, especially the hunters were very traditional, they prefer the use of bow and arrow instead of guns.

Logan’s POV I had put everyone on high alert. The entire pack were looking for her. She couldn’t have gotten far. She had maybe a couple minutes head start. Blake, Leo and Calvin were all out helping to search for her as well. Blake had shifted into his large grey wolf. Taking off into the forest in the hopes of picking up her scent. Leo and Calvin were searching the grounds. I should be helping to look. Lana was my mate, but I found myself making my way to my parent’s bedroom.

Sword Mastery finally reached Apprentice level eight, Archer's Senses the level five, Pain Tolerance the level four, Auto-regeneration the level five and stealth the level six. Stealth had the best increase among all the skills followed by Archer's senses, that was because those two passive skills were the most useful in hunting. The other three skills only leveled up in Golden last battle against the 2-star beast. However, Golden was satisfied. Time passed, and Golden finally turned ten years old. At that moment, the system reacted at the same time that the Origin Path Training Method in his mind activated. Golden felt his body burning as the first strand of Origin Qi was beginning to form.