The Pursuit In Skyrim Novels & Stories

As I spurred my horse forward and galloped away, fury surged through me, masking any doubt. The wind roared in my ears as I rode into the unknown, the scent of vengeance and retribution filling the air. This was the beginning of my ruthless pursuit, the chapter that would define my reign as the king of Ravenswood. And I swore that I would emerge victorious, no matter the sacrifices or bloodshed that lay ahead. I made my way to the pack's composite artist; I heard he is a very skilled individual known for capturing a person's appearance with incredible accuracy. Determined to find Veronica,

The little bird circulates around her, chirping loudly before flying off into the forest. Indra sighs heavily, bends down and picks up her saddle pack laying in the newly sprung grass. She starts following the Siberian jay, and Brage and Vimar rush after her. They know they have a long hike ahead of them on their quest to find Baba Yaga.

"It’s a tracker. Caelum gave it to you so his father could find us." "No," I said. The pull in my chest—the one that had been a dull ache since the stables suddenly snapped tight. It wasn't a tracker. It was a tether. "He didn't give it to me to lead them to us. He gave it to me because it’s the only way into the Black Peaks." "The Peaks are suicide," Reid said. A massive grey wolf stepped out onto the bank we had just left. Its eyes were amber lanterns in the dark. It lowered its head and let out a low vibration that shook the air. Two more joined it. Then three.

The hunt begins. We spread out across the northern territories, tracking the disciples through the frozen wilderness. Their trail is clear. Fresh blood. Broken branches. Footprints in the snow. "They are not trying to hide," my mother observes. "They want us to follow them." "It is a trap." "Probably. But we have no choice." We follow the trail deeper into the mountains. The snow grows deeper, the wind fiercer. The sun disappears behind clouds that were not there a moment ago. "We are being watched," Kael says.

I straightened my navy suit jacket and clasped my hands in front of me. The picture of a patient groom was what I aimed to paint while standing there. But the satisfaction was burning hot and fierce deep down inside of me. He would soon be mine. Matteo Leone. He was walking into my trap, and there was nothing he could do to escape it now. His face was pale and he kept his eyes fixed on the floor, refusing to look at me. His steps were mechanical as they made their way down the short aisle. Each step brought him closer to where he belonged: at my side, in my bed, under me.

Three hundred warriors in pursuit vehicles, coordinating a chase that would span the forest and the mountains and whatever isolated location the Vigil thought was safe. Alaric descended the ridge and moved toward the command vehicle where Aiden was coordinating the pursuit with military precision. "Status," Alaric said as he approached. "The van is approximately forty-five minutes ahead of us," Aiden reported. His dark eyes were fixed on the tactical display showing the pursuit route. "Based on the tire tracks and the time elapsed, they're maintaining approximately fifty miles per hour. Which means they're trying to move fast but not so fast that they draw attention."

But I refused to give him the satisfaction of watching me crumble. I would wipe that arrogant, stupid smirk off his face if it were the last thing I do. I placed the robe on my shoulder. Then I started looking for that damn pig. Yes, that bastard Azrik had chosen a pig for me to hunt, and I had to bring it back alive. The she-wolves had already dashed, shifting and disappearing into the trees. I began tracking his footprints. I walked through the path of the royal forest, hoping it would lead me to an animal. But minutes felt like hours, my legs cramped. Sweat trickled down my back. Still no sign of that pig itself. But I wouldn't give up.

​I stood there at the mouth of the cave and looked out at the vast forest stretching toward the marshes and I realized that he was right because I could feel her determination through the bond and it was the only thing keeping her going. ​"Fine, but I'm going to follow her from a distance and if I see so much as a shadow move toward her I'm going to kill it," I said while I looked back at the old Silas. ​"That's all I can ask of you for now and you should probably keep your eyes on the sky because the Drakes have hired a Seeker and he's already picking up her trail," he warned and then he sat back down as if he had already finished the conversation.

I wanted Dominic. I howled with the overwhelming melancholy of missing him. My voice reverberated off the trees as I ran. And then there was another howl. I was being followed. I glanced back briefly to glimpse a far off blur of grey and brown fur. I could only place it as Jeremiah. Somehow also able to change so quickly, and he was in pursuit of me. My sense heightened, I picked up the pace as I led my tracker farther into the woods. I was faster to him, thank the gods, but he didn’t relent. He must’ve called back up, but it would be difficult to find us at this point.

“They won’t follow him. They’ll follow you.” Emily traced her thumb over the crest. So much of her life had been stolen. But this…this was hers to claim. She looked up at him, her resolve hardening. “Then let them come. I won’t hide anymore.” Far behind them, a horn split the night Lucien’s hunting call. Closer than she’d feared. --- Alexander pulled Emily to her feet and she clasped her fingers around the crest. The first cry of pursuit echoed over the valley as torches flashed through the woods in the distance.