Solo Leveling National Level Hunters Novels & Stories

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.”

His eyes went immediately to my wrist. "She marked you." "Yeah." I held up my hand so he could see the glowing numbers. "Apparently I need to kill twenty things and earn fifteen hundred credits before I can level up." "Welcome to the grind," he said. "How are you feeling?" "Like I got thrown into a nightmare and told to make the best of it." I lowered my hand. "How long did it take you to reach Stage Two?" "Eight months. I was cautious, methodical. Some Hunters do it faster if they're willing to take risks." He sat down on the cot next to mine. "But speed isn't always better. The Hunters who rush through tend to die before they reach Stage Three."

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

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.

The challenge would be approaching without being seen or scented, getting close enough for a clean shot. Caleb gathered the hunters in a circle, speaking in low tones, assigning positions. Damon listened, trying to absorb everything, trying to remember the plan. "You'll stay with me," Caleb said, resting a hand on his son's shoulder. "You'll watch, and you'll learn, and when the time comes, you'll help." Damon nodded, his heart pounding with excitement and nerves. --- The stalk took hours. They moved slowly, carefully, pausing whenever the wind shifted, waiting whenever a deer raised its head. Damon's legs ached from crouching. His back hurt from staying low. His eyes burned from staring at

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