Solo Leveling National Level Hunters Novels & Stories

Luna, her pregnancy not hindering her spirit, prepared with the pack for the essential hunt. In the Nampa forest, hunting wasn't just about the thrill of the chase; it was a sacred act, deeply rooted in the pack's respect for their enchanted home. They hunted only what they needed, ensuring the delicate balance of their realm remained undisturbed. Luna, with her keen eyes and agile movements, exemplified this reverence for the forest.

I lock on, sure to know exactly which one I’ve chosen when I leap out and cause the rest of the grazing deer to scatter. Wolf shifters, unlike regular wolves, are more ballsy hunters. We can afford to be a bit more reckless with lone hunting, even with slightly bigger game. I recall every bit of training I’ve been doing, everything I’ve watched the hunters learn as well on their own rotations, and every bit of advice my friends have given me. It takes some chasing, but eventually, I’m able to latch onto my chosen deer and deliver the death bite to its neck. It drops like deadweight and I drag it back with me, suddenly grateful that I have someone to help me bring it back.

“Damon, to the stand, please.” Cheers erupted behind me, particularly from my family. Their pride felt like a weight pressing against my shoulders as I made my way to the stand, forcing my feet to move. My mother’s smile was radiant, and my little sister waved frantically, and I let out a small smile. “Today,” the elder hunter announced, his voice booming across the training ground, “you are proclaimed a hunter. Hunters are as brave as they are skilled. Hunters protect not only their own but all of humanity. And with this task, you will prove your worth.”

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.

"Jesta is a peak-tier third-stage Druid, with formidable combat abilities. Moreover, the child he treasures more than his life is in my hands. He will complete the task without hesitation." "That’s good to hear." ... On the square, the old Count Clan Herbert was giving the opening speech for the Hunting Tournament. His words were full of passion, saliva flying everywhere, making Logo struggle to stay awake. He didn’t understand why the Gendaya, a people who prided themselves on simplicity, were so fond of long-winded speeches. Finally, after ten minutes, the old Count finished his speech and announced the official start of the tournament. The hunting grounds were divided into three categorie

I mutter. The game going on now is the Night Hunt: The Marked Deer. A ceremonial hunt but symbolic. One marked deer usually a volunteer is released into a controlled forest. Hunters compete individually. If the deer survives after three hours without being found by anyone then no one wins. It’ll be a tie. “Oh look there’s Anna, doing everything in her power not to lose.” Sofia says, sarcasm in her voice. I forgot she doesn’t just hate me she hates me and my friends. Especially Anna because Anna was the one who encouraged me the most to cause chaos for Sofia.

This brother of mine is really excited about what might happen today, huh? "Good luck," Arnal said and patted my shoulder. "I heard that the two hunters from the region five that you will encounter today are also S rank hunters." Blake laughed softly. "If you only knew how strong those two are, Arnal," he said while pointing us. "Are you underestimating my brother and me?" Aikee asked Arnal. Arnal just shrugged causing Aikee to laugh softly. "Watch and learn," he said smiling before going next to me.

I called for a meeting with the pack leaders on the way forward. "We need to hit them back," my mother said during the meeting, angry about the situation. "We would be breaking a code if we start a random attack on hunters. We need to find out who these hunters are before we think of revenge." I cautioned everyone. "We need to move quickly; they will come back." My delta said. His name was Ashton, and he was a gentle soul. The attack must have been serious for him to be thinking in that direction. "Which brings us to the need to plead with you, Alpha, to choose a luna to bear strong pups just in case something goes wrong. We would still have an alpha." Gamma Richard said, and I nodded, indic

"Are you sure about that, leader Matilda? The hunter is tricky. She always changes her appearance, therefore, it's a bit hard to find her. I also heard from her victims that she use something to hide her real scent." Kasper looks at his mom and she just nods. Kasper's mother gave him a look to just follow her command. "My son is not the leader of the alpha pack for nothing. He just needs to observe the hunter and find out who's her informant because I guess that there is a spy here in our village... Don't let your guard down, my son. And if you found an opportunity, kill the hunter!" "Yes, mother," Kasper said and bow to her. "I will accompany the alpha leader." Every one of them look at Fli

Everyone was happy, and it relaxed me. My audience was large today as we gathered in the conference room. The Hunters Parade consisted of ten packs competing against each other in a hunt. There was a portion of my land that was reserved for hunting. This was one of the sports to influence cross-pack inter-relations among us. Anyone who has had warrior training may participate, given that their Alpha permits them to join the hunting team. Each team consisted of six individuals. Alphas, Betas, Gammas, and Elites oversaw the event.