Huntress Skyrim Novels & Stories

James fell to his knees and said, "Sorry, your Royal Highness, I was choosing wine for you. Please punish me for not arriving in time!" "This huntress wants to know the taste of the Thorn Jungle in the back hill!" I pointed to the frail woman on the bed, who looked like she could not get up after a war. "Throw her in there without pity. If she stays for three days and nights and still says she had nothing to do with Jenna's death, I can give her a chance to prove her innocence!" "But..." James hesitated. "Your Royal Highness, there is a witch's Illusion Fog in the thickets of the back hills. I’m afraid the huntress could not stay in it for three days and nights."

“Because alone, I'm a whisper buried. With the diad? We're the storm that reshapes. My blood demands restitution—for the Veil, for choices devoured. Ally me fully, and I unlock more: hidden allies in the archives, scry-networks untapped.” The bond hummed appraisal—shared intuition flaring dark opportunity. But the Hunger's attention ghosted closer, ripple like a breath on my nape—seductive violation, whispering temptations of power unbound if we escalated, shattered council now. I rejected it, flames banking deliberate. “Done,” I said, extending a hand—flames coiling invitation, not threat. “But test first: summon Jenkins discreet. His hex-blades guard our flanks at inquiry.” Maerin nodded,

he told me in a warning voice, “unless I say so. If you do otherwise, I will punish you.” Yet, my body betrayed me. I tried hard to hold back. I really did. But his mouth was too good. My climax was just around the corner and audaciously hanging over my head like the sword of Damocles. Was there an escape for me? “Alessandro, please,” I begged, breaking finally. “Please I am so close. Let me cum this once.” He smirked. “No. Hold it in boy.” His hands gripped my thighs tightly to spread my legs wider.

Hetha looked the most human out of all of our squad, with her curly red hair and freckles, her ears were easy to hide, and the hourglass frame and green eyes could be traits of any mortal around. “You and I both know that hiding our wings is second nature, we only show them when we need them.” She paused, “I am sorry that we didn’t run it by you first.” She added, sensing my anger.” “While the Berserkers are trying to get information from the target, we will use this downtime to train.” Hestia groaned, “Oh, come on, can’t we have fun for once? All we ever do is train and missions.” “And because of that, we have never been unsuccessful in a mission.” I pointed out.

Trevan the Assassin's Mate 25 years later Sage pov I sharpen my twin blades on the whetstone. Plucking a strand of my long black hair I drop it on the blade and grin when it falls to the ground in two pieces. My name is Sage Ravenclaw, the daughter of Nimue the original Enchantress. I'm a powerful necromancer, full-blood unseelie, assassin, and a bounty huntress. I have taken the place of Cecil's daughter as the best woman assassin in the realms and I planned on killing her in revenge for my adoptive grandfather Zaros. He never returned from her mate's home and I'm holding her responsible. I mentally spoke to my raven, ordering them to search for my target and watched them circling above in

*** My skin burns almost sizzling and I stir, finding a blinding light above me, leaves blurring in and out revealing sunlight. Sunlight? Sunlight! I jump up suddenly, only to shriek out in pain! “Arrrgghh!” Did I fall, was this hell? “Moi?” Jax? I glanced left and right above me, finding a naked human rushing towards me, his mane long and flowing with a streak of silver. Scars lay across his chest unhealed, yet he was more worried about the state I was in. Were we seriously in hell? He should have healed by now.

Izzie just stared at it, her thumbs running across the embroidery of the crest in astonishment. Francis had handed her an Elite issue hoodie. Did that mean she was now....? Opening it up a little further she saw it. Long, shiny and devilishly sharp. The Elite blade. The dagger she had dreams about for all these years. She picked it up with shaking hands it felt heavy and deadly in her hands. The handle was engraved with the Guild Elite Crest and the blade adorned with protection runes.

the huntress announced, entering the hut after them, stepping over their bodies simultaneously reaching into her satchel bag, producing a crystal that glowed a faded shade of gold, shaking it quickly and as it glowed brighter she opened her hand and it raised a few inches over her palm. “Thank you for the obvious call,” Ean shot back, rolling onto his back, groaning loudly as his damaged body protested performing any action. “I haven’t struggled to move this much in many, many years,” Rector sighed, using his elbow to roll himself onto his back, sitting up slowly, raising an eyebrow at what the huntress was doing, “So I know you will not tell us your true name because we are outsiders, but s

She was alive. I moved out of the pack to see if I could pick out the scent. The rain poured heavily over the abandoned warehouse at the edge of the forest where I picked her scent. Thunder cracked across the sky as I shifted back to my human form. The scent of blood hit me instantly. My mate was here. I saw my beta and the warriors beside me. I signal to them that I will go a alone “ Alpha you can't go alone, we are coming with you” he tried to stop me

Tora rubbed her arms, remembering how those voices had sounded — clear and commanding, echoing through her mind as her children’s mouths moved in perfect harmony. “They weren’t dreaming,” she whispered. “They were channeling.” Jax nodded grimly. “I know. I saw it. Liora’s eyes went white, and Kael’s voice… it wasn’t his. I’ve never heard him sound like that.” “Neither have I,” she said softly. “And now Cheyenne’s fading, and the Huntress they spoke of is the one who binds us all. That can’t be coincidence.” Jax pushed off the table and came to stand beside her at the window, his reflection shadowing hers in the glass. “The ‘child that bears both dawn and dusk’—we thought maybe it was Serenya