Elder Scrolls Breton Novels & Stories

Ellen coolly addressed Adelaide, "Gamma Adelaide, do you hear me?" Adelaide scanned the roaring Ironthorn Army, gripping her silver spear tightly, "Very well, let's begin!" Ellen's eyes brimmed with contempt, "Don't say I'm bullying you, Gamma Adelaide. I'll let you strike first!" "Thank you," Adelaide smiled faintly, the blood-red mole beneath her eye vivid as blood. She revealed the wolf hairs at her nape and said, "If you can stand after a minute, I concede." From afar, Ulrik and Velda stood atop the battlements, surrounded by wolf warriors.

The day seemed peaceful and ordinary until a loud cry pierced the air. "A monster attack!" Panic spread through the crowd, turning the once-peaceful scene into chaos. Elen was taken by surprise. The knights swiftly positioned themselves to shield the Lady, while Rami and Rora unsheathed their hidden swords, ready to defend. "Protect the Lady no matter what!" Rami instructed, poised for action. "Are you knights?" Elen asked, eyeing their swords with curiosity. "Yes, we were knights of Adelstein before serving you," Rami affirmed, offering Elen a reassuring smile that conveyed their commitment to keeping her safe.

Make someone flinch. Elarion didn’t. His expression didn’t even flicker. The muscular guy’s grin widened. “My name’s Aurel Lysel. From the House of Lysel.” The Clan of Lysel. A noble house. Old blood. Known for warriors. Their ancestors were said to defeat dragons in the past. Aurel finally released the grip and gave a single approving nod. “You’re strong. I like that. How about we become mates?” Elarion blinked once.

Noah sat behind his desk and opened the drawer. He looked at the notebook and frowned. Written in the front was Ulfr Banamaðr. Why had they driven to Bitterroot Lake and asked the head Alpha to join the Council? He opened the book and started to read the last few entries.

He stood across from Luca, his stance proud, his chin slightly lifted like he’d already won something none of us could see yet. A heavy silence fell as Elder Marek stepped forward with a scroll in his hand. My breath caught the moment his voice rang out. “By the ancient customs of our people,” he began, his tone deep and ceremonial, “there existed the Elidor Challenge—a trial of strength and leadership passed down through blood and honor.” My heart slammed against my ribs. No. No, this wasn’t— “It is invoked in times of great uncertainty or great betrayal,” Marek continued, unfolding the scroll slowly.

“What are you.” Sera didn’t answer right away. She gestured to the others, who removed their hoods at her signal. They looked… wolfish, but not in the way Elise expected. No fangs. No snarls. Just something in their posture, their stillness, the way their eyes reflected light. “We are Moonbreathers,” Sera said. The word sent a strange ripple through Elise’s chest. “I’ve heard that name,” she said slowly. “Stories. Myths.”

said Brittany again. “She’s going with me,” Zed said. Brittany snorted. “Seriously? You don’t have another partner?” Elora looked up and glared at Brittany. Elora didn’t understand why Brittany hated her so much when they didn’t know each other that well. “Yes, I will go with Zed. Have a problem with that?” challenged Elora. This was Elora’s first time replying to Brittany’s scorn. Brittany looked a little taken aback, but only for a moment.

"What have we here? Travellers trying to avoid the proper channels?" Three figures emerged from behind the silver birches. The speaker was an elf, tall and lean with the predatory grace of his kind, followed by two trolls. "Kael's Web," the elf continued with a theatrical bow, "at your service. We specialize in... relieving travellers of their burdens before they can trouble the good folk of Eldoria." "Bandits," Madeleine breathed, her hand instinctively reaching for her sword. "Entrepreneurs," the elf corrected with a sharp smile. "This little back door has been quite profitable. Amazing how many people think they're clever, sneaking through the old passages." His eyes glittered with cruel

Fur sprouted from his skin and the bone snapping could be heard from the other side of the field. Grendal was a powerful Druid, a shifter like us, like Aerin had explained to me. Behind Selmor stood a giant bear ready to tear him apart. The orb in Selmor’s hands glowed and Grendal attacked, before Selmor had even the opportunity to use his last resort.

Bern complements William's good eye and observation skills. "Are you sure you want to train under me, William? Your wits and quick thinking is suited under my tutelage compared to my meathead of a grandson." So Berg says jokingly said to William as he pointed to George at the tavern entrance delivering ordered barrels of ale. Eldric goes with the joke, and William is not having it. Frowning and red, the two knights had a hearty laugh. Finally, after reminiscing their days of adventuring together, Berg says his farewell to the two as he and his grandson leave to complete their delivery to the other taverns on the capital. But before he does, Berg gives a keg to Eldric as a present and invites