Elder Scrolls Dremora Novels & Stories

Damien's voice cracked. Sera closed her eyes. "The day Blackmoor pack came for me, someone gave them the route. It was someone in the Elf race. Elara has spent the year fighting Ophelia — and hunting that elf at the same time. She found him two months ago. It was one of our own elders. She handled him. Alone. She didn't tell anyone. I only learned about it after I broke out and went looking." Damien staggered. "Then she… this whole year, she was…"

Steps spiraled downward into darkness. “Looks like the ruins have more to say,” Elandra murmured. They descended cautiously. The air grew colder with each step until breath became mist. At the bottom lay a cavern bathed in silver-blue light, with walls covered in glowing glyphs. At the center stood a pedestal. Upon it, a small orb pulsed with soft light. Aria approached first. “What is it?” Elandra examined it carefully. “An Echo Orb. They were used to store visions… memories.”

“How?” Elara glanced at the mark on Rollan’s arm. “By binding your blood—yours, Caden’s, and Rollan’s—in a counter-ritual. It will require a relic of the first wolves, hidden in the catacombs beneath the keep. But Darius knows of it too, and he’s already moving to claim it.” Caden’s eyes narrowed. “Why should we trust you?” Elara’s gaze was steady. “Because I was once a loyalist. I saw the destruction Victor wrought, and I left. I’ve spent years studying the prophecy, seeking a way to end the cycle. This is it.”

“A scout returned from the western ridge. He reports movement among the Wyrden.” Kael’s shoulders locked. “They swore neutrality after the Obsidian Pact.” Vira paused, then continued. “They did. But the scout heard something. A name. They believe the Moonborn Heir is already claimed.” Elara’s gaze sharpened. “By whom?” Vira’s eyes flicked between them before she spoke, each syllable laced with distaste. “Lucien Drake.” Elara’s blood turned to ice. By afternoon, the skies above Eldoria churned with steel-gray clouds, the promise of a storm building far beyond sight. She entered the Crimson Wing, her steps echoing sharply against dark marble. The air hung heavy with the scent of vampire magic—

They bowed lightly, calling her “my lady.” Elara held one child close, brushing the girl’s hair. “You will be fine,” she whispered. The child’s mother began to cry. Elara lifted her chin. “Do not fear. We are still here. We are alive. We will not fall.” Her words were soft, but they carried like a little flame in the cold. Some women nodded. Some even wiped their tears. Mira’s eyes filled with pride as she looked at Elara. --- At the same time, Damien was inside the council room. The elders had gathered around him. Their faces were hard, lines deep with worry. The table was long, and in the center was the black leaf the warriors found in the water jar.

Dorian stood at the edge of the stone circle, the Owlshard floating beside him like a second heart, pulsing in rhythm with his own. The corrupted wolves growled behind him, glowing red under the Blood Moon. His voice was soft. “Welcome, Elara,” he said, eyes gleaming. “Welcome to the heart of darkness.” And then— The ground split open.

Progress? Before they left, Elias pressed a smaller package into my hands. Inside, a small metal disk burnished smooth and engraved with Emberbound sigils. The Circle crest on one side. One name on the other. Draven. Not Asset 23. Just Draven. I flipped it in my hand once, then placed it delicately in the drawer beside the hearth, next to the hollowed-out sigil box and hanging cape. Names mattered. But this one no longer felt like a weight.

"Is it done?" The voice was gravelly and warm. Elara turned and saw Kazimir. He was floating a few feet away, his Glitch-Blade gone, his armor replaced by the simple, dark clothes he had worn when they first met. He looked tired, but the Cosmic Dread had finally left his eyes. "It’s done, Kaz," Elara said, her voice echoing in the infinite quiet. Beside them, the Sarah-Echo manifested. She wasn't the General, and she wasn't the shattered ghost of the Haven. She was the mother from the porch—brown eyes, a soft smile, and a presence that radiated a Bittersweet Justice.

; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again. That was decades ago. In recent times, Kimora made its appearance just off the coast of the Denezel River. North-West of Maliki, a little boy was found dead, his corpse laid open outside their home,the abomination of nature. His mother who found his body fell into a coma and didn't recover. Kimora was much worse than Black Death. That teaches us that you don't fi

I know that he will run at the back door just to run away from me, to save his life, but I will not allow that, because there’s a debt that he needs to pay, and the payment is his LIFE. I went back inside the house and went upstairs to my room. I took Kera out and told her that there will be a big game that will happen later, and she needs to watch because she will be my only audience aside from my mom and dad inside my heart necklace. She said “Yes” to it and I know she is also excited like me. I put her at the top of the cabinet, for her to watch clearly and I wrote “MORTEM” on a piece of paper with my blood and let her hold it. After a few hours of waiting. I heard Mang Berto’s pickup tru