Elder Scrolls Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I ask breathlessly, looking down at the unconscious woman who obviously has great, great power. “It’s just a myth,” he says in a hoarse whisper as Elijah joins us. “It’s not,” Elijah says. “And if she’s truly from Eastonia, we are in serious danger right now.” Cressendra gasps, then slowly turns her head to look up at us. She reaches up a shaking hand, curling her fingers as she points at–at Ella. And then she dies. End of Book Four

The cathedral trembled as darkness bled from the floor like ink in water—curling tendrils of shadow slithering up the walls, devouring the stained glass until the only light left was the glow pulsing from Elara’s veins. Dain shifted protectively in front of her, sword steady, but his voice carried a tremor. “This isn’t just magic. This is a realm crossing.” “Elara,” Kael said urgently, stepping beside her, “if they finish this ritual, their world won’t just touch ours—it’ll consume it.”

I stand there until the false dawn pales the sky, watching her window from afar. The moonflowers in her room glow brighter. As though they know something I do not. As though they have already chosen a side. And it is not mine. 🖤🖤 Elara I wake wrapped in warmth that doesn’t belong to blankets. It’s deeper, like something curled around me in the night and kept the cold at bay. I half-expect to open my eyes and find Sael sprawled across my chest, but the fox cub is still curled at the foot of the bed, tiny flames flickering in his sleep.

I stand at the property line; eyes fixed on distant hills that aren't the ones I once called home. If not for Lucinda Baylor, Lady Lucinda, one of the few females of the Wild Hunt, claiming me as her godchild, I'd have been sent far away and forgotten about like some discarded trinket. The Seelie Royal Councilors would have devoured my name and my heart in a single sitting, to ensure no Royal heir ever challenged their power. Instead, Lucinda wrapped me in her protection, and I found myself stranded in a realm that tastes of iron and asphalt. She had long left Elphame for the Human Realm, for reasons she didn’t like to discuss. Lucinda was my mom’s best friend…before she was murdered.

When I finish the paperwork, I grab my coat and briefcase and head for the door. I look into the offices demarcated with glass walls, searching for Athelia. I spot them in the break room. Athelia is laughing loudly about something. She has a weird laugh - different from how I remember it. “Um, Athelia?” They both turn, gripping coffee mugs. Resila drops hers immediately. “Leaving already, Mr. Crosswalk? What about the meeting?” “Cancel. I have to take Athelia to home.” I reply curtly. Her eyes soften.

She longed for companionship, for someone to share in the wonder and mystery of this forgotten realm. And then, as if in answer to her silent plea, she heard a voice calling out to her from the depths of the forest. A voice filled with warmth and laughter, a voice that stirred something deep within her. Chapter 6: The Gathering Storm As Elara and Aric emerged from the Veil of Time, they found themselves standing on the edge of a vast battlefield, where the clash of steel and the roar of dragons filled the air. It was a scene of chaos and destruction, a testament to the forces of darkness that threatened to engulf the world.

Elara, her eyes blazing with newfound power, vowed to use it to protect our family. ****** Few days later, one of the first things I did was formally declare Elara my mate. The ceremony was grand, filled with rituals and celebrations. Elara, radiant in a gown woven with moonlight thread, looked breathtaking. As I slipped the mate bond around her neck, a surge of power and love coursed through me, binding us together not just by love, but by destiny.

Eldric, handing Sasha a scroll, said, "This contains the few known writings about Veridia. Study it. The more you know, the better prepared you'll be." Maris, with a smirk, commented, "So, a bit of light reading before diving into the unknown? Sounds like a typical day for the guardians." The group shared a lighthearted chuckle, but they all knew the gravity of the task ahead. As they delved into the ancient text and prepared for the journey, the amulet's glow seemed to brighten, echoing their resolve and anticipation for the mysteries they were about to uncover. As night settled in, the guardians gathered around a table, pouring over the ancient scroll. But as Sasha began reading a particul

The sensation was immediate and intoxicating — his life force connecting with mine, my power flowing into him, knitting his wounds closed, pulling him back from death's door. And oh, how good it felt. Too good. I'd felt it then — the pull. The whisper of more, more, more. I could do more than heal. I could make him stronger. Faster. I could reshape him entirely. I could… His eyes had found mine one last time, golden and grateful and aware, and somehow that had broken through the haze. I'd pulled back, gasping, the power still singing in my veins. Then Elena's scream had shattered the moment.

“Just waiting.” A rider broke from the formation and galloped toward us. She wore armor that looked ancient, ornate, covered in the same crescent moon symbols. When she got close enough, I could see her face. She was maybe forty, with sharp features and eyes that looked exactly like mine. She dismounted and walked straight past Nasir like he didn’t exist. Stopped right in front of me. “You have your mother’s eyes,” she said softly. “And her fire, I’m told.”