Celestial Hunter Crossword Novels & Stories

Taking a deep breath, she waited for him to continue. “The hunter’s moon prophecy is commonly believed to be a prophecy of the gods. But the dragons have a stake in it, too, and his name is Rodyn.”

Comforted by soft fur and the gentle rise and fall of Tete’s side, Hunter gazed into the deep azure bowl of the heavens lit by a dense swirl of speckled constellations chased by a spectral moon. Hunter still marveled at a spectacle he had never witnessed before, the newness and strangeness of it all. Within the forest, beneath its canopy which hid the sky, there was little occasion to look above because danger lay in the darkness before or behind.

I take two steps towards the witch keeping in mind to also maintain a safe distance. "Hera, I am Luna Celeste. Me and my mate have come here for your help, we've been searching for your kind for years." I explain to her desperate for her help. "Please help us, I promise you will be rewarded graciously." I practically beg her. There is no response from her for a good 5 seconds. Than the witch slowly stands up, I take a step back, Theo is quick to wrap his arm around my waist. She stands to her full height, her long locks still pool around her.

He bowed. Kydence narrowed her eyes at him. “Actually, it’s ALPHA Kydence.” She said as they all walked back to the pack house. Kydence and Kruz were discussing plans to increase the patrols around the borders. “Shit!” Hunter said coming to a stop and freezing on the spot. “She’s here somewhere.” He whispered as he sniffed the air. “Who’s here?” Kydence asked. “My mate.” Hunter said, closing his eyes. “I... her scent, it’s faint but I smell her. Taz is going crazy.”

He followed Kelvin, who was now moving like a trained scout, masking his scent and trail—standard tracker tactics. But Knox was a Lycan. Ten times stronger than a wolf. Sharper in scent. Cleaner in step. Faster in speed. He tracked him easily—with Kai’s help. They arrived at a small clearing surrounded by trees. The beta stopped. Knox crouched low in the grass, completely silent. Kelvin looked like he was waiting for someone. And soon, someone came. A cloaked figure emerged from the shadows. His face was hidden, his scent unnatural—blended, masked, unreadable. Knox couldn’t tell if he was a rogue, a werewolf, or something else. The scent was only... woods. Pure forest.

"That's the problem. She's disappeared completely. No scent trail, no magical signature, nothing. It's like she simply vanished from existence." I felt my hope crumble. "Then how..." "We find her," he said firmly. He moved back to his desk, pressing a button on his phone. "Gather the others. Tell them the hunt begins tonight." The door opened, and three people entered. I recognized Elder Blackwood and Elder Stone, but the third was a stranger, a woman with silver hair and scars covering half her face. "Celeste Hartwell," Morrison announced, "meet our tracker. The best hunter in the supernatural world."

"Why are you sending me away?" I looked back at the birds that were ready to kill us if they looked. "Just follow what I said, Celeste." He said seriously. I looked at him again, now angry. He sent me away and then what, those crows will attack him. "I'm not leaving, those crows will come after you, Hunter." He sighed and looked at me too, as if he was sorry. "Listen to me." It's more serious now. "Those birds are not crows, it's a cassowary. They can definitely kill you, Celeste. Just listen..... Go there and I'll take care of everything."

My raised eyes began to furrow, I started to think of anything he could possibly discuss with the moon goddess. "The hunters are not to be trusted, Elena. They are malevolent, evil. They manipulate people into thinking they are saving the world from harm. Their game is to make the world believe in them and then attack from the back. The hunter boys are just agents, working for their malicious father." "Do you know them that much?." I snuffed a question. "Believe me, I've eaten and dined with them. I've worked with them and they betrayed me. " I breathed out, tucking the instinct that made me not believe her behind. The way she explained about my mate and the house of the hunters were unbelie

Everytime anyone looked at me, I instantly assumed that they knew what I did. “Well," Professor Holden sighs, bringing my attention back to his. " I have no idea how you are going to receive this news. If it'll be good or bad news to you. Vivian Kingstale isn't dead." “What?" “Yes. In fact she's One of the two warlocks we're currently hunting down, across Lunaris."

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