Solo Leveling National Level Hunters Novels & Stories

They show their bellies then. Step one: the lure. I meet the hunters at the edge of Moonlit where their path drinks the forest. They are callused and patient—good hands and faces lined by smoke. Two of them will dress like raggeders, carry fake cuts, have the kind of staged terror that passes the test when you explain it in a voice that would break a mountain—my voice.

I glanced at him, my eyes wide with curiosity and confusion, and he swiftly enlightened me. “As a symbol of my being a hunter, I offer each member of the family a weapon they are better accustomed to wielding. Even though you may not consider yourself a hunter ‘officially’, you undoubtedly are one to others. Because being a Cadwell will instantly label you as one.” He added as I continued to stare at the gun in front of me. Although I feel confident using this weapon, I still find it hard to accept that Grandpa will ever hand one to me. So I’m a hunter, huh? I am not an official member, but since I am also a Cadwell, I am still considered as one.

I exit the vehicle, my feet landing on the concrete lot. With light, agile steps, I dash across the grassy knoll, my combat boots squishing in the damp earth. I move quickly, finding the marked tree that Fletcher had set up days before. Sitting against the trunk sits a Raising my hands, I grip the knobs attached at different points, scaling the side like a lumberjack. Once I am higher than halfway, I reach a hunter’s perch with a high powered, long range tranq dart gun waiting for me. I settle into a spot, laying on my stomach, using the scope to find Nora below waiting on a picnic table.

We went back to the arena with bows and arrows equipped. "Now, let us witness as the contestants aim to hit 3 targets in 3 difficulty levels. The first level is easy; they will try to hit the target without any distraction. The second level is moderate; the target will start moving at a relatively slow pace and it will also be farther than the first. The last level is hard; the target is placed farther than the first 2 targets and it will be moving at a fast pace. This will test the contestants' skill. I wish all the contestants good luck." The announcer said. I was still at the last of the line. The eldest contestant gets to go first. The other contestants had their turns. All of them had h

He knew that the other party had been prepared for a long time, so there was no escaping today. “Also, we’d like to ask Florian to be the notary.” Elio and Reggie said at the same time. “I know you won't be able to stay still for long. Fine then! We’ll do this according to the old rules of the bounty hunter community. Both of you will give me the list of participants in two hours,” Florian said. The fourth-ranked Berserk Hunters would challenge the third-ranked Golden Eagle Hunters.

says another. Three hunters. All Male. The hunters pass within twenty feet of my hiding spot. The oldest one carries silver-tipped arrows. Another has thermal goggles strapped over his eyes. The third, and youngest, is white knuckling a handgun like it’s a life raft. “Thought these things were supposed to be monsters,” the younger hunter mutters. “So far, all I've seen is a piss poor Tarzan cosplay.” “Don’t get cocky,” the older one snapped. “The small one already killed three men before they shot him with a tranq.”

Arystyn and Devin exchanged a glance, knowing that they had to act fast. Without hesitation, Arystyn lunged into the pack, her claws slicing through the air as she took down one wolf after another. Devin fired off shots from his gun, hitting his targets with deadly accuracy. Despite their fierce opposition, Arystyn and Devin weremore than a match for the rival werewolf pack. With their combined strength and determination, they fought their way to victory, killing most of the pack before finally making their escape.

Aaron chuckled while aligning his broken bones with audible cracks, his contempt was evident in his blood-red eyes. “I did what a soulmate should do in that particular situation, Zuriel. And now, I didn’t even know that Eve was promoted to the rank of a criminal waiting for death penalty. For your information, Hunter Harold has left on his own, he is in the hunter’s pack with Eve. How could you be so dumb to think about imprisoning a hunter? They are worse than Satan, Zuriel. Because of nature’s extra favors, no supernatural creature can defeat them.

The kind of thing that belongs in fantasy novels, not an SUV ambush. Then another figure steps out of the trees. And another. And another. The treeline fills with them. Ten. Fifteen. More appearing by the second, each one nocking an arrow with the kind of ease that comes from a lifetime of practice. Elite hunters. Old-school killers. The kind of men who know how to bring down wolves with silver and wolfsbane, who’ve probably been doing it for generations. Every single one of them is aiming at Knox. And behind them, standing on the ridge like he’s watching a show — Harrison Crawford.

Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died. “ I told your dad to discuss it with you but he always tells me it isn't time for you to know. Now he is gone you have to know your lineage. Like I said you are from the generation of hunters. Your lineage has always been the leaders of the Hunter's. Now your dad is dead, you are to take over from him. The mantle has been passed to you. Hunters are the ones who hunt werewolves.” I sobbed as tears trickled down my eyes. I couldn't hold it