Huntress Skyrim Novels & Stories

She bit her lip and turned to the tense Tantario. “I hasten to disappoint you, but our laws also apply to the Highest,” the Huntress remarked slyly, casting an inquisitive glance towards Felix standing behind her. - And who is this? Victim? Slave? Lover? - Who?! – the knight and Tantario said in one voice, looking at each other with horror. “No, just such a thought makes me sick,” Tristan finished dryly. - Am I really meeting a chaste vampire? – she flashed her eyes playfully.

she spits heatedly at the King, her response coming off like a child throwing a tantrum, which further entertained the brown eyes watching her. "You see, Huntress, is it?" Egor looks around the men surrounding him for validation of the brunette's identity. He has about the woman who is killing his rogues in a bid to find him, and the number of rogues she has eliminated in her quest piqued his interest, so he wanted to meet her.

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.

He stopped before the door, sighing as he turned to face the one and only Rasmus. "From what I recall. You were hell-bent on finding her and now you don't want to tag along?" Rasmus interrogated with narrowed eyes. "It's because I know it's useless to look for her. My trackers told me they saw her near the North Pack borders but Draken is looking near our border. What do you think it is? She's fooling us and everyone else. We are just going in circles. We need a strong plan to catch her. One mistake from her side is all I'm looking for to catch her," Hunter said in a deep tone.

"Sorry for the wait, then." Hectrias was inside, playing a menacing melody with her violin Scion Weapon. Her silverstream brooch glinted, and Vayu just couldn't wait to snatch it off along with Hectrias' beating heart. Unfortunately, the aircraft made a sudden spin and Vayu was shaken off it.

“Uncle, I'm a true adventurer. I can't let anyone else carry my tools. I'm independent and strong," Sky spoke while protecting her backpack with both hands. “Well then,” Edmund glanced at Hunter, “Mr. Green, may we rest for a moment? Is there somewhere around here that's safe to sit and relax?”

Yet the flame in its heart wasn’t mine. It rose from the new throne, refusing to gutter even under divine breath. “It cannot be,” the High Huntress whispered. “The Hollow is bound.” “It was,” I said quietly, “until she took it.” The Mirror of Threads still showed her—crowned in fire, standing over ash. Some gods turned away. Others leaned closer. “If the Hollowflame is hers,” Haskor growled, “she will never kneel to the Pantheon.” “Then break her before she gathers more,” the Seer said.

“You lost?” one of the men asks, his head tilting to the side. A jagged scare runs from just under one eye, wrapping around to the tip of his mouth, and dread pools in my gut. Even having spent the last few months in exile, and the years before that on Faerie, everyone knows of Dane Marrik. The panther shifter whose shadow works as a mercenary group for the biggest and baddest. Rhett hasn’t left me alone for over a week… and now that he has? Even I don’t believe in that much of a coincidence.

Garrow said, while he pointed his spear toward the spot where the Huntress was currently gutting two of our scouts at the same time. "She’s a fast one, I’ll give her that, and I can see why the Mercenary Guild charged so much for her services, but she’s just one girl and she’s burning through her energy like a candle in a gale," I replied, and I didn't let the worry show on my face because I had been planning this raid for months and I wasn't going to let a half-vampire freak ruin my chance to crush Theron’s pack.

Half the Sky battalion suddenly forgets how wings work and falls screaming into the void. I ride the lightning rail that loops the main plaza, board sparking violet, katana singing. A Sky captain (taller, older, crown of frozen stormclouds) drops in front of me, spear spinning. Sky Captain: “Yield the throne you were never meant to sit, little queen.” I smile with too many teeth. Celeste: “Come take it.” He lunges. I parry with Hellebore Mist, the blade drinks his spear’s wind and spits it back as a tornado that rips his own wings off.