Elder Scrolls Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Elara’s POV The battle sounds in the forest slowly faded. At first, the air had been filled with snarls, howls, and the crashing of bodies through trees. Now there was only silence. Too much silence. I was still standing near the fortress entrance when the gates finally opened again. A group of wolves ran through first. Then they began shifting back into human form as they crossed the courtyard. Some looked fine. Others had scratches and blood on their arms and shoulders. My chest tightened.

And now I was supposed to hope that this one would be different. I sighed and leaned back against the edge of the tub. The thought of leaving the bath and facing the world made my chest tighten. “El! I left your coffee on the counter. You better hurry, or you’ll miss your chance!” Anna’s cheerful voice floated from the door. I groaned, letting the warmth soak me a little longer. “I don’t know if I can, Anna… I’ve tried so many times. I’m tired of failing.” She pushed the door, towel over her shoulder. “Elara, listen. You’ve made it to the final stage for a reason. You haven't made it this far in a while which means they think you are qualified.

Holding the bowl of blood, she walked toward me, step by step, her eyes wild and obsessive. "Don't blame me, Elora. If you have to blame someone, blame your fate. You're a once-in-a-century 'pure shadow soul'. Cassian said that by using my blood as the catalyst and offering you as a sacrifice to Riches, Cassian's dead fiancee can be resurrected. And I will become the eternal lady of the Mercer household!" she said as she broke into peals of laughter. She was insane. She had completely lost it. Her laughter echoed through the empty room. Her words chilled me to the core, as if I'd been thrown into an icy abyss.

Ice slid down my spine. He knew about my map. Of course he did. “You’ve been in my room *twice,*” I muttered. “Of course you went through my things.” “Only the interesting ones,” he said. “Your underwear drawer was very disappointing.” Heat flooded my face. He laughed outright. “I’m joking,” he added. “Mostly.” “Liar,” I said. “Sometimes,” he conceded. “Not about the cabin. That part’s real. Elyra worked here once, near the border. She likes thin places. Places where territories blur. She nested there for a while. Your elders knew. They tried to burn it. It didn’t take.”

I built an ice dome around us, small and private, away from the others, and even more for others, and it made them extra thankful. Inside, Aldric sat with her knees drawn to her chest. The dress hung loose on her thin frame. "You did not say anything back there," I said. "There was nothing to say." "Elara offered a way. We can get papers. We can cross the border." "And then what? We find Seraphiel. The three of us together again. What does that change?" I sat beside her. The ice walls glowed faintly in the darkness, reflecting the frost in my core.

His voice came rough and deep, carrying the scrape of cigarette smoke and mountain cold. Takoda’s jaw flexed once. “I was handling it.” Elias’s eyes shifted briefly toward me. It was not hostile, but assessing, like he was trying to match me against something already living in his head. My stomach tightened. Harmony moved subtly closer to my side before whispering, “Why does this feel like meeting somebody’s terrifying dad before prom?” Honestly? Because it absolutely did. Takoda ignored her. “What happened?” Elias glanced toward the rain-streaked windows lining the lobby before lowering his voice. “North ridge scent line got crossed.”

And in return, Selene had smiled as she watched her crumble. Elara stepped back inside, locking the balcony doors behind her. She placed the fox safely on the shelf above her bed, right next to the photo of her parents. Then she walked to her desk and opened her journal. She turned to the first page and wrote in bold, careful strokes: "Trust no one but those who stood by me." Then she flipped to the next page and began to list names: Damien Blackwood – Greedy. Calculated. After the Voss name…not me.

“My father wants us at a unity feast tonight, to show the pack we’re stable.” Elara laughed bitterly. “Stable? Half the pack still wants me gone.” Kai stopped in front of her. His thumb brushed her swollen lips from the kiss. The touch sent fresh sparks racing through her. “I won’t let them take you,” he said. “The bond won’t let me.” But as he leaned in for another kiss, Elara’s phone buzzed on the table. A new video attachment. She opened it. It was footage of her at university laughing with human friends, looking happy and free. Serena’s voice overlaid it: