Elder Scrolls Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry about your friend, I really am. But what you’re asking me to do, it’s forbidden for a reason. The Vorem Animis can corrupt both souls if something goes wrong. The Headmaster would…” “I’ll make sure no one knows.” Cressida’s voice sliced through her words. “I’ll shield the room with my dragon aura. Not even Nyx Thorneveil could sense it.” Elera frowned. “Dragon aura? That’s… not easy to control.” “I have it under control,” Cressida snapped, then softened. “Please, Elera. Please” Elera’s expression hardened. “I don't know if I can trust you again, you still haven’t fulfilled your promise to me, and you said you’d get me into the Fiery Five after what I did for you last time.”

Either way, he was all we had. We moved at first light. Eldric pointed out markers I never would’ve noticed: scratches in bark that weren’t random, stones arranged in symbols, and knots in the branches that mirrored glyphs he muttered like prayers. He didn’t always translate. Sometimes he just said, “Not hers,” or “They’re pushing the timeline.” Once, he laughed under his breath and said, “She’s adapting faster than they planned.” He talked about a convergence, an ancient prophecy of a bridge between bloodlines, someone who would rewrite the terms that bound our races. He never said Amelia’s name. He didn’t have to.

Smoke curled from its nostrils with each slow breath. Elara froze. “This is not real,” she whispered, though she wasn’t certain. The dragon’s eye snapped open. Gold. Just like Verath’s. The creature lifted its head, studying her. A rumbling growl vibrated through the cavern. Cross, a voice echoed inside her mind. Her throat tightened. “I have to walk past you?” The dragon’s tail shifted, cracking stone. Cross or burn. She glanced at the narrow path. It was barely wide enough for her feet. One misstep and she would fall into molten rock.

Xavier and Ceres sit across from each other, the scroll between them. Xavier (carefully breaking the wax seal): "Feels wrong to open it. Like I'm cracking open someone's grave." Ceres (gently): "Then treat it like an exhumation. Not to desecrate—just to bring the truth into the light." He unrolls the scroll—fine parchment, preserved miraculously—names upon names inked in blood-dark script. Xavier (reading softly): "Narel Flame-Eyed. Caelum Ashwing. Idris of the Second Vein. Eyla Moonvein. Alric Flameborn..."

Queen Melinda shook in fear, her hands protectively cradling her stomach as she heard the clashing of swords in the distance. And she desperately prayed that they would walk out of this alive, that they would win this fight and her husband would return back to her safely. But she didn't know that the night had a different fate in stall for them. BACK IN ELDRADOR KINGDOM. AURORA'S P. O. V. "I will to be killed by the sword and taken by the waters" I mentally read the written scriptures engraved into the walls of the ancient goddesses room, my fingers caressing and tracing every engraved lines tenderly.

Both of her two feet stand on the railing. In the motion of her fall, Ellensandria transforms. Her bones break in place and her skin becomes a feathery white. That Silverite armor of hers melds with her purple flesh while taking the shape of a white owl. The owl flies down to the arena and lands right Infront of Catarina. Almost instinctively, Catarina drops to her knees in shock at what was happening up in the rafters and on the arena battlefield. Her head barrows down on the dirt as if she is worshipping a god. As quickly as it came, Ellensandria’s shapeshifting stifles and she reverts into her taller dark elf form. With a right hand, she brushes some of her green hair bangs from her visio

This way he wouldn't have to wait longer days just for her to completely heal. Iris slightly moved and he stood up to call for the doctor immediately. When she opened her eyes he saw red eyes. He blinked twice to see if he was seeing something true. In the end he was disappointed to see her usual blue eyes. Nevertheless, he's glad to see her well and awake. Cayden continued to believe in his mission even if it means betraying the DarkMoon pack and the whole Wulflands. He will do anything to find the true royal of the Blood Wolves. The marriage between Eris and Elisa wasn't enough to regrow the bloodline.

Ancient scrolls, cryptic murals on weathered walls, and even whispers passed down through generations were meticulously examined. Evie, poring over Elara's notes, stumbled upon a cryptic passage mentioning a "hidden grove," a place where the primordial energy of Aethel coalesced. Liam, fueled by hope, discovered a Xylossian legend about a "crystalline heart," a pulsating core said to hold the essence of his world. Their paths seemed to converge. The "hidden grove" could be the source of Aethel's essence, while the "crystalline heart," if it still existed amidst the ruins of Xylos, could be the source of Xal'dar's world.

Raven’s barely left her parents’ side, both because I know she doesn’t see them as often as she’d like and because they’re the only ones here who know what Escuro used to look like. “Perhaps we could use the elixir to create more oases in Sundrop.” She grabs my hands. “The applications are endless. There is no wound we cannot heal.” “It really is amazing.” My mark aches. I didn’t see Hollis at the ritual, but even just smelling him in the crowd made me sick. With the celebration tonight, I just want to lie down. “Are you all right?” Ingrid asks as she walks up. “You look pale.”

She called. His eyes burned. “Yes.” “I choose you. Not the blood. Not the child. Not the gods.” And as the Echo lunged—They sealed their palms together. Power surged between them—fire and frost, blood and light, and the thread broke. Lerder collapsed, gasping. Elara dropped beside him, sobbing. “I’m still here,” he whispered. But when he looked up at her…His eyes were no longer gold. They were storm-gray. Unfamiliar.