Breton Elder Scrolls Novels & Stories

” “A bit too kitschy. Do you know what is associated with blonde in red, among elderly guys?” “You look like a million dollars, girl, but maybe not for the occasion.” Elen laughed. “You'd look like an old guys candy girl or exclusive prostitute.” She was still convulsing with laughter. “Very funny, Elen!” She paused for a moment thinking about how to characterize Patrick’s father in a few words so that at least in part they reflect the horror of the situation. “I'm going to dinner at an old geezer's house who is an unrepentant conservative, straight from the Middle Ages. Do you want him to burn me at the stake instead of saving me?” She looked at Elen seriously.

*** Elder Brent stepped out of his car and was shocked to see someone he didn't expect at his doorstep. “Beta Dexter,” He exclaimed. “Let's make a deal.”

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

The knock at the door came at three in the morning. Not the pattern Elias used. Two knocks, a pause, two more. I stayed at the table. "Who is it." "My name is Vincent Vance." A voice that was similar to Elias's in its register but lighter, less compressed. "I'm his brother. I need two minutes." I looked at the door for a long moment. Then I opened it on the chain and looked at the man in the corridor.

Brittany knowing anything about us felt like a betrayal. I slowly started to shut the door when I heard someone call out to Zack. “Alpha, I need a word with you,” an unfamiliar voice said. “I am in the middle of something right now, Elder,” I heard Zack respond tersely. “This cannot wait,” the Elder responded. “What?” Zack asked impatiently.

I held my father's urn weakly and looked at Stella. "Can I leave now?" The next second… Hudson let out a sharp scream. "What did you put on the clothes? Why is my son breaking out in a rash?"

CHAPTER 2 BELLA "Fifteen minutes to the Stop in Honeyville, folks," said the loud voice that woke me up. Jacob was still asleep,his head snuggled on my lap."I promise to make things so much better for you,Jakey. I will not let anyone ever hurt us again." I whispered to him while running my fingers through his hair. As we got off the bus, my jaw hung in awe.The only words that came to mind were WOW! WOW! WOW! I looked over to Jacob,and his once scared looking eyes were gleaming with excitement. I smile down at him and go in for a hug."Welcome to our new home town Jakey" I tell him. This town is truly beautiful. It oozes a positive and happy vibe I never thought I would bear witness to. Every

Gwenn needed Dar. “What’s wrong?” Orel asked beside me. “Elison?” “Elison is alright, Gwenn is not.” I answered, Orel sat up immediately, and Gwenn was like his only family remaining. They were three and now they were two, Gwenn needed help for what was coming and I needed to be in Northshore. “What is wrong with Gwenn?” Orel asked. “Arius. He broke the pact, Gwenn is not happy and she has not yet awoken her full potential.” I replied.

Samson dragged in a man by his neck through the crowd to where Archer stood. “The rebels are coming,” he said to Archer. He was too busy looking for intruders outside to realize that he was an intruder inside. His attention was pulled back in when he heard his mother gasp. “Archer?” Adalia raised her head. She hadn’t heard than name spoken for a long time. But when she looked up, her breath froze in her lungs as her heart stopped in her chest. He was different but it was definitely him. A thick beard covered half of his face while his long ragged hair covered the other half. He wasn’t dressed as a prince but in the tatters of a rebel popper. There was stiffness about him, but his eyes stayed

I opened my eyes, the rusty ceiling and the faint smell of dirt on my room greeting me an early morning. I got up from my dirty mattress which is my bed and walked towards the tilted window allowing the sun to shine all over me. The early birds chirping outside greeting me on the starting of the day. "AMARA" my mom shouted warning me to wake up and get started with my work. I sighed. Already knowing that the day will be a hectic one.