Solo Leveling Hunters Novels & Stories

I held him back as I continued. “You need to free the wolves and then start taking out the hunters. I’ll take them out as I go, but I need to get to Zee.” The wolf nodded and launched out from behind the cabin, I followed after him running out towards the ring of hunters. I jumped through the air landing on the back of a hunter. I dug my claws into his neck and jerked my hand to the side, the rip of his flesh was evident by the blood that squirted from his neck. He fell forward and I quickly turned and rolled across the dirt to the one next to him. I sliced my claws through the back of his knees, he screamed out and fell to the ground. The sound of his cry alerted the others to my presence.

The whole thing gets complicated day by day, and I don't know if I want to continue or I shall take a step back. Let me introduce those gatekeepers before discussing the killing part. The nine gatekeepers are nine hunters born with a sort of special mark on their bodies - full moon tattoos. As you heard, hunters - well-trained creatures who are born with the ability to kill my own, I have to kill nine of them by myself. Chris informed me that by killing each hunter, I will receive their mark on my own body. Once I'll have them all - I would be ready to move on to the next part of the plan. The annoying thing is that he refused to let me know anything about what's coming next.

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.

Alpha Ryker smirked and turned to question the Z clan men, "There's no good in the evening, though it would be in the coming hours when I shall paint the streets red." "What is the progress, Beta Alvan?" Alpha Ryker turned his head to the side, enough to look at Beta Alvan who had followed Alpha Ryker after calling the Z clan. Alvan inclined his head to the side as a bow and answered, "My Alpha, there are some wolves who have turned and have already started to hunt. What shall I do about them?" "Kill them," Came the immediate reply of Alpha Ryker. He added in a hard tone, "They should know better than hunt before their Alpha."

"And for the Hunters, your exams will be different. Normally you all are to start a few minutes later, after the Adventurers have finished, but we don't have time for that" Immediately Gildart said this, they all looked at him with a strange face as they all thought the same thing, "He always says that and it's starting to get annoying" Gildart didn't notice their facial expression as he continued speaking, "Since we don't have enough time for that, you all would start the exams at the same time. Oh and before I forget, you Hunters are going to be fighting the beasts solo" "What!!!" The contestants screams. "Let me finish before you make any comments, if not your disqualified!" Gildart says

Hunter commands through the speaker with the voice alteration added to the mic to make him sound robotic. Hayley and Felicity are the first to sprint to the centre of the arena the grass is shorter here as they are closer to the screen. If only they knew we were inches away watching their every move, their so close you can almost taste the sweat. They’re both fast as they weave and dodge before both reaching for one of the daggers as they begin their attacks. They both are on the attack juking right of left as they aim to stab each other. “I didn’t know this would be such a fucking turn on,” Teddy from the Solstice pack jokes as he chuckles in his chair. “I know I can’t decide which one I wa

He regarded me with caution, his instincts rightly telling him that I posed no threat. “Who are you?” I asked, my voice barely louder than a whisper. “What happened here?” The lone wolf's gaze softened, his eyes reflecting the pain and sorrow that mirrored my own. He took a step closer, his voice laced with a weary exhaustion. “I am Solis,” he spoke, his voice carrying a weight of loss. “And I fear we have fallen victim to the Hunters.” My breath caught in my throat at the mention of the Hunters. Whispers of their merciless tactics had reached our lands before, tales of their insatiable desire to extinguish the light of our kind. I had never encountered us myself, but the devastation before

Twenty feet away Noah's already on a knee, bow up before the dirt's even settled, because staying down isn't in him, and he puts a silver bolt into the thing's wrist joint at a range where he does not miss. He doesn't miss. It doesn't matter. The bolt hits bone and skips off into the dark like he shot a highway overpass. The skull drops through the canopy to look at what tickled it, close now, filling the space between the trees, and Noah, my hunter, my brilliant lunatic, is already reloading. "NOAH, MOVE!" The hand sweeps. He makes it half a step. The edge of one finger catches him mid-dive. Just the edge. Just a clip.

He was looking at a predator. Elara pulled the knife out. Her hands were covered in red. "Status Update," the melodic voice hummed in her earpiece. "Level 1 Hunter neutralized. Bonus multiplier active. Probability of survival: 18%." The Hunter slumped against the trash bags, gasping, his hands pressed to the wound. He wasn't dead—the Renaissance "Hunters" were wearing specialized trauma-gel layers—but he was out of the game. Elara stood over him, her chest heaving. She looked at the blood on the silver wolf. She should have felt sick. She should have been screaming.

he muttered, reassessing, while the others pressed harder, their coordination tight, synchronized, and testing my limits. Kael observed from the shadows, his eyes keen, ready to intervene but letting me face the challenge. “Control, Aria!” he called softly. “Do not let anger guide you. Focus, anticipate, and counter. The wolf is your ally, but your mind is your weapon.” Minutes stretched, each one a test of endurance, strategy, and instinct. My movements became a rhythm, a dance guided by the wolf, tempered by thought. I anticipated strikes before they happened, used energy bursts to unbalance the hunters, and manipulated the terrain, roots, and stones as extensions of my will.