Solo Leveling National Level Hunters Novels & Stories

Hunter said. "We don't know who Silvia is," The other guy croaked out and Hunter's eyes darkened. Putting his phone aside. He barked at his men who scurried inside. "Strip them," Hunter ordered and their faces paled. His men did as told and within seconds both the guys stood there butt naked with their hands tied behind their backs. "One of you shift," Hunter said looking at one of his men who shifted quickly into his wolf form. "I want you to f*ck that guy," Hunter said pointing at the f*cker who looked as if his soul left his body.

“I've recommended that the others do the same and most of them have agreed. Some can't see past years of comfort and complacency to take the threat of the hunters seriously, but all we can do is warn them. As of now, all packs in the western United States have declared a ceasefire on their tensions and quarrels until the hunters can be dealt with. For now, we'll gather intelligence and act cautiously.” “So no one has any idea where the hunter compound is?” “The best guess is somewhere between here and Oregon,” Ulric said, sighing. “A surprising number of pack leaders thought the hunters had gone extinct. That's how under the radar they are. We'll worry about starting an offense once our defe

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.

“The main attraction is the Moon Hunt itself.” “The what now?” I raise my brows in question. “You go into the forest and hunt wolves.” My jaw drops. “I’m sorry, what?” She laughs. “Not real dangerous wolves, silly. They’re trained shifters who volunteer. They wear color-coded patches. If I remember correctly then the green patch earns you the lowest points, red is moderate, gold is rare, and white…” She whistles. “White is nearly impossible. Only elite-level trainees ever catch those.”

"Oh. I understand the plan now. Alpha Manuel." "Finally," I said quietly. "Riverside has some use to the great alpha. Aside from providing him with brides he can torture." The guard flinched. "Who's the best hunter in our pack Mitch?" "Aaron." his response was automatic from his mental files. "Success rate ninety-seven point three percent. Specializes in tracking wounded prey through adverse conditions. Can identify species from partial prints. Has never failed to locate a target in—" "Mitch." "Sorry. Alpha Manuel. Aaron is the answer."

Young he-wolves who hadn't filled out yet were often lean. Commander Hunter stood before our batch, his arms crossed over his broad chest. He didn't look like a man who spent much time smiling. "Listen up," Commander Hunter barked, his voice echoing off the nearby trees. "This evening is about speed, coordination, and team dynamics. You are going to run to the old watchtower at the northern ridge and back. There are hurdles and obstacles along the trail designed to test your reflexes. You will not be running alone. You are to run in pairs, and you will finish with your partner, or alone if they aren't able to make it."

Looking at those three simple words, Jordan lets out a heavy breath and clears the bark-text without hesitation. The storm will pass the ridge eventually. The trails will clear. She still needs to look beautiful when the western warrior comes to claim her track. By three marks after the sun hits the middle sky the next day, the valleys are alive with running paws. Tonight is the grand Sky Honor Ceremony, and the moment the awards are given, the Vale Media Group will light the fires for the celebration dinner. This is the hardest hunt for our young warriors, the highest mark before they can track international prey across the great oceans. The Sky Honor prize is the ultimate tooth for a fight

These actions will replace the standard requirements previously displayed. Bind your targets: 0/100 Hunt your targets and defeat them as follows: Dismemberment- 0/100 Decapitation- 0/100 Splitting in Two- 0/100 Freestyle- 0/300 (Same as before, no more than 10 targets of the same name will count to this score)

all five needles launch themselves towards the Lv2 Hunter It senses it and tries to retreat but Jimboy suddenly appears on its side "where are you going!"- Jimboy without a moment of rest, Jimboy touch the back of the lvl2 Hunter "CLUTCH!"- Jimboy JIMBOY/MANA: 75/150 in this 0.5 seconds, the body of the HUNTER STIFFEN! *ZOOM!* the five needles successfully stab the head of the lvl2 Hunter! because of this the lv2 hunter suddenly stop its movements