Elder Scrolls Dremora Novels & Stories

Rademos surprised himself with his outburst. "We are one! We are the demon known as Astraldon." "Demon?" Rademos repeated, sounding surprised. "Is this a joke?" "Yes, you are a demon! You are an incubus. You are the demon of destruction." "I- I don't understand," Rademos replied, feeling a deepening sense of confusion. "In due time, you will!" "What do you-"

Where could they possibly go. We stop about half way up and Elara opens a door and waits for us to go inside first. I look at Jermiah, but he has frozen a step up from me. The scent of his fear makes me feel sorry for him, so I quickly make my way past him and step into the room first. He follows and Elara comes in last, closing the door behind her. Wow. We are on a balcony that overlooks the highest part of the swamp, just below the dense canopy. The air up here is so much cooler and I welcome the freshness on my skin. ‘Please, sit down.’ I take the big comfy couch and almost purr like a contented cat as I sink into it’s soft embrace. My body is tired from the journey and I’m mentally drain

“Its magic is a simpler version of the bracelet I made for you. Once we touch it, it’ll take us to one set destination.” “On the bright side, at least we already know it’s a trap.” Adley smiled, but her voice lacked its optimistic bounce. Hours later, after Leslie revived Adley and I’s hair with her intricate magic, I sat processing the news that Erebos had made contact with my parents and was currently leading them to the castle. They wouldn’t be here until tomorrow, but this was the closest we had been in months. “I didn’t tell you this to distract you, Rachel. Prove to me you can focus.” I blinked and leaned back, startled by Dain’s face so close to my own.

Thea, Wyot, and Taran appeared one after the other. “What happened?” Wyot asked, while Thea and Taran both looked at James. James responded, “I’ve received news that the Great Elder of Emyr Island in the Central Plane outside Endlos has made an appearance in Endlos. Emyr Island is the home of the Extraterrestrial Demons that attacked Endlos. The Great Elder’s name is Lor Willasse, and he’s a Sovereign Third Rank powerhouse.”

Elera hesitated for a long time. Finally, she reached out, pressing her pinky against Cressida’s. Their blood mingled, the seal completed. “Fine,” Elera said quietly. “But this is the last time I’m doing anything like this.” Cressida smiled then, slow, dangerous, triumphant. “Of course,” she said sweetly. “Just this once.” She rose, taking the vibrant parrot from its cage and placing it beside the dying one. “Let’s begin.” Elera lit the ritual candles, her trembling fingers tracing glowing runes in the air. Ancient words spilled from her lips as she began the Vorem Animis.

The ground kept trembling and I looked up, searching for the reason behind this strange earthquake. The last portal flashed in the distance, Selmor accompanied by an elder man with a grey beard appeared, he was strapped down to him by a leash. The man must be the druid by the name of Grendal. Before the portal zapped closed, two giant creatures nudged their way through the magical gateway.

It just has to last long enough," Elidra replied. They went back to their cave. They were so tired that they fell asleep immediately. Elidra dreamed of the clearing. In her dream, the silver moss had spread and the mushroom had grown into a tall white tower. A soft silver light came from it, holding back the dark vines of corruption.

“I just need a minute…” “As you can see, I am busy,” she interrupted, straightening her chair. Her eyes were sharp and wary. Just then, the door burst open, and a blond walked in, accompanied by a little girl. My attention snagged on the child first, assuming that she was the lady's, but as the child turned toward me, my heart stopped. “Mummy!” she yelped and ran toward Elara. She had dark eyes, the same sharp curve of the jaw, a faint dimple in the left cheek. Not even the hair down her back could hide the glaringly undeniable truth. She was mine..

Other breeds filled in: >The Morvath breed: broad-shouldered and iron-eyed, wrestled one another in displays of strength, tearing stone pillars from the ground and hurling them like spears. >The Velmari, pale and lean, drifted through the crowds. Their bites left no scars but sickness—small, deliberate kisses of plague that they gifted as souvenirs to mortal thralls who begged for the honor. >The Draemiri, ash-skinned and crowned with bone horns, they were known for binding mortals into dream-trances that lasted weeks. >The Zeryth, whose mouths split too wide and whose laughter bled into sobbing, the cruelest tricksters among the clans.

And he doesn’t even like it when people touch him. The unspoken truth was clear, Elora had loved Zarek for a long time, and maybe, just maybe, she’d hoped to be claimed by him once she came back. And now, she was standing here, everything was about to change. Elora raised up her head after hugging Zarek who was sitting down. “I am Elora, the emissary from the Italian pack. This pack is also my home.” She said smiling. We all nodded and they all welcomed her except for Evelyn and Mira.