Breton Elder Scrolls Novels & Stories

The elders' enclave, a sanctum of wisdom, beckoned in the distance, its ethereal glow inviting Luna and Alpha Burst into the heart of deliberation. As they approached the elders, Luna felt a sense of reassurance in the presence of these venerable beings. The elders, attuned to the currents that flowed through realms, greeted Luna and Alpha Burst with a knowing serenity. Luna, with grace, conveyed the revelation of Seraphia's betrayal, and the elders listened with the discerning wisdom that transcended mortal understanding.

Sword-saint Predator was feeling amazed at first when eight runes lit up but couldn’t help but feel a bit worried when ten runes lit but then all of a sudden twelve runes lit up and now he didn’t know if he should laugh or cry. While everyone was stunned all twelve runes glowed brightly like a miniature sun then all of a sudden the runes went off, it was at this moment everyone snapped out of their daze, something wasn’t right, there was no rune projection or ability impartation which was supposed to occur before the altar went dormant, instantly the surrounding crowd broke out into a noisy chatter, in the palace the King wore a deep frown as he had never heard of such a thing happening befo

"Clancy's grandson bought that mansion over on Bakersridge." "What nonsense are you saying? The man's a biker; for heaven's sake, where would he get that kind of money?" Natalie took a sip of the water the waitress had placed in front of her as she savored the look on Jen's face. Oh, this was going to be good.

“I, Blake Wulfric, elect Lucas Hemming as my beta, to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside me.” Luke followed my lead. “I, Lucas Hemming, accept Blake Wulfric’s election to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside him as his beta.” We touched our newly sliced palms to each other, and I could feel a physical bond being formed between us. Once the feeling passed, we separated, and the crowd cheered even more loudly than previously. I looked down to see that my palms were already healing due to the enhanced werewolf healing abilities. We went to join hands with our families, with the priest in the middle who led everyone in a chant. I could hear the crowd below c

But what caught his attention was the wall above the bed. On the wall, scrawled in blood, were two letters: БР. Bratva. Nico’s jaw clenched. “The Russians.” He stepped back, exhaling slowly, forcing his mind to piece things together. Of all the things he had hoped to find in that penthouse, he had not expected to find a connection between Marena and the Bratva. The Russians didn’t make random moves. They sent messages. They made statements. There had to be a connection.

Their eyes met again with the same dangerous pull that had started everything. Then— The door opened. Emily snapped slightly and stepped back just as Alex, Jacob’s son—came out from the bedroom rubbing his eyes. “Morning,” He mumbled. Emily’s voice went a bit too high. “Good morning.” Jacob forced his shoulders to relax. “Hey.” Alex yawned, his bare feet padding toward the kitchen. “Coffee?” Emily nodded quickly and followed him, eagerly, leaving Jacob alone in the hall with the sharp pulse of adrenaline still pounding in his chest.

I say. "Where are you going to," I ask noticing it's not the way back home. "Not ready to get back yet." He says. "Let's stop by the beach, we have beach house here." He adds. "Okay yeah, let's stop by the beach." I say suddenly glad the day is not over yet. We drive to his family's beach house, it's secluded and has a private beach like my grandpa's house. We walk to the door and Noah opens the door using a key hidden in a rock.

The door opened without a knock. General Frederic Wynne filled the frame the way an eclipse fills the sky. Rainwater dripped from his black cloak, pooling on the ancient rug. His medals clinked softly when he moved. He smelled of gunpowder and winter air and something metallic that might have been someone else’s blood. He had come straight from the northern border, they said later. A skirmish with Eldorian raiders. He had ridden three days without sleep to be here for the birth of his heir.

Before I can process my feelings, I'm interrupted by the sound of someone entering the Bensten house in a rather loud fashion: "Behold everyone, it is I! I'm back from my vacay in 'The Bahamas'! Where are ya'll at? I'm expecting gifts!" I punch my knee in frustration. He's the one that was in The Bahamas, he should be the one bringing us back souvenirs, not the other way 'round. "No offense, Bell, but I was kind of hoping that your insane brother would relocate to The Bahamas," I tell her, dismissing her previous words. I'm too distracted now to do anything but mourn over the fact that Troy Bensten is back.