Cicero Skyrim Fanart Novels & Stories

“Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!” Cicero waved his hand repeatedly. He didn’t expect his nickname to be widespread in Dragun Squad. Even the almighty Demigods like Magus knew his name. Cicero rebuked, “My name is Cicero Julus! I’m not a horny cat!” Magus sized Cicero from the head to toe, a number of questions popping up in his mind.

"Still hate me?" "What could've changed that?" I asked and he chuckled, finally we stood in front of the first original painting of Feng Shen, and it was a landscape filled with colours and different hues, it was a captivating painting but not so hard to copy, believe me, I don't feel so good about doing that but I had my reasons. "Feng Shen is a master," I heard Gwen say to Kim as they stood behind us for a minute. "I would kill to have such a painting in my house, my husband will go nuts if I purchase this," Kim gloated and I looked down smiling, Michael had turned his body a bit to listen in on their conversation as they sold the idea that this is the ultimate painting everyone should hav

I recoil, pulling my claws from his neck, my breath heavy with disgust. “What did you see?” Orion asks cautiously as he takes a step towards us, but I can’t even bring myself to mention what I just saw. Cezar slumps in the chair, panting, his eyes wide with shock and pain. “Nero, I can explain—” I silence him with a growl and glare at him, my blood boiling as the images continue to assault me. Blood, screaming, a mouth covered, a life threatened, and a secret kept.

With that statement, Aries hisses his agreement. Images begin to project on the wall behind her as she continues to speak. Which is weird considering she hasn't moved an inch. "Ironclad dragons. Phoenixes. Leviathans. Direwolves. Storm Gryphons. Moon Serpents. Flame Hounds. Cerberus'. Unicorns. Frost Lynxes. Kitsune. Ash Ravens. Nemean Lions." She says with confidence as the images change behind her head still without any movement. "And of course the many extinct or the now unwilling bonds that you will learn more about in your history classes." she says as the images flick again and my breath stalls.

Greetings to all my wonderful readers! As you've likely noticed, I have actual artwork of my characters for the cover of my book now. This was a commission I paid for from a very dear artist friend by the name of Rydi on DeviantART also known as lucia-garcia on ArtCorgi. We've known each other for a long time now, and I was super happy she gave me permission to use the old commissions in this way, so if you like her style, feel free to check her out.

The sky begins to quickly fill up with dark clouds as the last standing witches beside her finally succumb to death. “You have hunted us, made us hide in darkness, burnt our people on stakes of fire, and so I curse you and all your kind to the same fate. You shall always have to hide away in the darkness. The sun and fire will be your nemesis...” Blood spurts from Catherine’s mouth as she tries to continue her speech, her body quivering hard under the onslaught of the wind. The red mist around her disappears, and as she falls to her knees the last she sees is a red sun rising up above the dark clouds, and then darkness.

She replied almost immediately. “Cut that crap. We both know your name isn't Mia. I need your real name.” Angelo stated, his face going red with built-up frustration “Well, that is a top-tier secret that I wouldn't wanna uncover, but since we're working together, you can call me Cie.” Cielo's tone was calm and her face gave away no emotions. “Cie, as in C, the alphabet?” he asked, staring at her suspiciously. “Ya. That is a big clue to my name,” she replied.

He whispered and I shook my head as tears fell from my eyes. “He is feeding off the souls that he is killing, Arturo.” I said, and he frowned in confusion. “The man is using dark magic to grow stronger by their souls.” “Sienna, what are you talking about?” He asked, trying to process what I was saying; however, my vision blurred as the effect of morphine made my head spin. Taking in the situation, Arturo shook his head and tightened his arms around me. I shook my head, not wanting to talk about it before my eyes rolled to the back of my head, making Arturo curse under his breath before he put his arm under my knee.

With what looks like electric wires hooked up to her and a drip with what I am assuming is wolfsbane dripping into her . The look of pure glee on Cicero’s face has me growling as I circle him , this dirty Fae ends tonight ….