Celestial Hunter Crossword Novels & Stories

He then spitefully grinned at me, changing his serious mood. “What are you?” I staidly inquired. This is the first time I set an eye upon such a demon-like creature and based on my encounter with that other devil; they are riskier to fight than 'normal young to average' dragons. “What am I, huh, you are the second person who asked that question.” He deliberately informed, “But I will give you a different answer.” After a deep sigh, he replied, “I am a hunter.” I narrowed my gaze, furiously thinking about events and people that are connected to the word ‘hunter’, but none. Not a single memory about it. He mentioned a ‘bounty’ earlier. Is it about it?

“Can somebody please explain what is going on?” Celeste turns to look at me, looking alarmingly defeated. Luca leans closer, examining the dust. “That’s marking powder, Hailstorm. Hunters use it to tag their targets. Once it sticks, they can track you anywhere.” I step back, feeling sick. “So what—you’re saying someone marked us?” No one answers. “Well, not sure if all of us were the intended target. But yes, we have been marked by hunters now too.” Celeste wipes her fingers clean on her sleeve. “We need to tell someone.”

"Celebrus Constellation. The brightest constellations and could be seen with naked eyes when the dusk comes. If you get lost in the woods, take a look at the direction shown by the arrows. It would take you to the west." "You know a lot about the constellations in this world, huh?" "Yeah," I exclaimed proudly. "I've got a lot of interesting things from books in the library, including the science of astronomy." "It's great!" Said Dimas. He smiled, which displayed his white teeth. "You're really talented to be a hunter. I could depend on you next time."

Caleb drove the roads up to the pack house and as we pulled in Alpha hunter was coming out to greet us. His black hair was freshly cut into a taper fade, his goatee freshly maintained and trimmed short, his bright emerald-green eyes stood out amongst his dark features and olive skin. Caleb got out, walking around the truck to open my door, Hunter walked up smiling at me, offering his hand as I got out of the truck. “Thank you, Alpha Hunter,” I said, returning his smile. “Of course, Luna Alessia, it’s wonderful to finally meet you. May I say you’re stunning,” Hunter shamelessly was flirting. “Although I thought I was clear when I said you were to come alone.” He shot a look over to Caleb.

Still better than the alternative, which is keeping my spine to an Alpha and calling it a plan. Up close he's worse, which I knew he would be, which is somehow also insulting. Gold eyes, the wolf swimming around behind them, looking at me the way a thing looks at you when it's already calculated the odds on which of us is faster and found the answer amusing. My crossbow hangs off one of his fingers by the trigger guard while he decides whether to give it back or mount it on a wall with a little brass plaque. HUNTER'S. FAILED, REPEATEDLY.

He flipped through the pages. Isandro Valenti – The Red Moon (Total Eclipse) Symbol: Flame through Eye Status: Claimed He turned further ahead. Calla Beneventi – Twin Serpents in Scorpio Symbol: Open Mouth over Void Status: Claimed More entries followed, each marked by an astronomical event—lunar eclipses, meteor showers, equinoxes. And beside each event, a unique sigil. Until he reached near the end: Marco DeSanti – Shared Sky (Sun and Moon)

The handwriting was neat, but not formal by any means. Still alive, just thought you should know. A crude picture of a wolf was drawn next to it, chasing after a big ball in the sky, and I chuckle. I hold the note close to my chest, happy to have heard from someone that he is at least alive. The next night, Brax brought me another try with a grin and a wink, before leaving without a word. I saw the second guard standing in the hallway as the door shuts behind Brax, and wait to reach for the bland food until I know they’re gone.

"Another one..." Kael didn't take his eyes off the creature. Fire flared up his arms, licking his skin, casting them both in an infernal glow. "A Hunter," he said. "An old world relic. They are going to keep coming until we die. Or I kill the one controlling them..." The Hunter stepped fully into the ruin, each movement boneles, silent. Shadows silthered from its body, reaching for them like tendrils. The air dropped in temperature, and Aria's breath frosted before her lips.

I pushed fast forward until he started speaking again, unable to listen to him struggling to breath. ‘Since fate has decided that you don’t need me anymore…’ I opened my mouth to respond when he continued speaking, ‘No, darling, you don’t. Trust me, you’re ready. I want to tell you some things that you are going to need to know. First thing is first, though, angel, hunting. The bird calls we used to practice each have a different meaning.” A shrill, high energy whistle filled the room and Carson’s ears twitched. “This one calls to the bears. It means you need help.’

“Lovely bedtime story. Until some fanatic uses it to light the world on fire again.” But Aria was quiet. She could feel it—not just the power of the place, but a calling. A strange hum beneath her ribs, like something familiar was waiting. --- They reached the Celestial Hollow on the sixth day. It was not marked on any map. Hidden in a cleft between three peaks that never saw full sunlight, the Hollow shimmered like a mirage. The entrance was shaped like a perfect circle—smooth, black stone rimmed with glyphs that pulsed with light when Aria stepped forward.