Elder Scrolls Dremora Novels & Stories

The talons grab the scroll and without a moment to spare, the eagle flies away. The predatory nature of the Siren never lost the focus of the struggling elf. It brings a sense of joy once they see the undead step on each side of the living. The captain’s right arm rises in the air. An open palm extends, and roots slowly start to break through the armored limb. These roots grow thicker and soon enough burst through the metal. The mangled arm explodes open which splits the appendage in three ways. From the wound itself, a wooden spike launches forward stabbing in the back of Rodin’s neck. Rodin dies immediately and the undead sits there like frozen in time. Both bodies are now covered in the

Those eyes are the pure blue-green of the ocean which can drown anyone in its current, along with its long curly eyelashes like the waves which can pull you in its depth. But then suddenly there is a knock at the door. I immediately look away, my heart beating fast as if I’ve just committed a grave sin. Eren’s eyes narrowed. “Let me see.” He gets up from the couch and walks to the door. I follow him and stand behind. He opens the door and I smile as I see the least expected person. Azure Heredia. “Azure.” I say which makes Eren frowns. “What are you doing here?” Azure is breathtaking. He is of white skin, with azure blue eyes. His face is squarely shaped and perfectly shaved. As for his hair

It’s harder to summon the longer they have been dead. “Kalendra Isabel Esteren…” I exhale slowly. “Alright, so that’s the one?” I nod. “Yeah,” I answer, tossing the scroll back to Ahren, who catches it and pockets it. Delsanra flicks her hands, and all the candles suddenly burn bright, and only then do I realise how dark it has become. My eyes scan the surroundings as she begins whispering a spell, most are words that make no sense to me. Darker spells that Endora made her learn, spells manipulated and created by Endora herself.

It was at that moment that the quakes got even more violent! "The Eldorian Scroll fragment must be coming out!" Xandros cried out. Everyone turned their attention to Mount Evercloud. A crevice appeared right in the center of the mountain. It kept getting wider and wider. When the opening was wide enough, a tomb could be seen inside the mountain. People started wondering who it was that had built their tomb inside Mount Evercloud! Imagine the amount of resources and manpower needed to build it! "The Eldorian Scroll fragment is finally going to appear!" Xandros suddenly cried out as he knelt on the ground.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

If he wanted to tell me, it would be up to him. Leaving the market, which was under a large canopy, with stone slabs used as tables, we started searching for the nonplaying character whom we could obtain a teleporting stone from. Currently, the only way to get to previous levels is if we traveled on foot. It wasn’t bad, but it would help us when we got further and needed to return to a previous level. After walking a bit, we finally found an older man that that couldn’t be taller than three feet. His name was Alemes, and he was a Dwarf Wizard. He was standing under an umbrella, looking worried and dehydrated.

There were four others who stood beside him that wore the same robes with the seal. Shifting his gaze to the group of people gathered around them, he saw his brother beside the stage with his mother. They were talking to a guy dressed in a military uniform but Kaylus couldn't pick up what they were conversing about. He noticed his brother was starting to feel irritated but he could see that Reymönd was trying his best to keep his composure. They were approached by a couple of nobles lead by an elderly woman with grey hair held up in a bun. She was wearing a violet overcoat and her neck was embraced by a scarf made of white fur. As she held her hand, it showed a ring with an eagle symbol on i

Her small suitcase sat locked right beside her, acting as a meager shield against the vast, dark unknown of the Velmora Academy grounds. She was completely unaware of the sudden, heavy silence that fell over the forest path. The wind seemed to die down, and even the distant rustle of the trees grew quiet. Crunch. The sharp sound of heavy leather boots crushing dry leaves echoed through the darkness. A pair of pristine, expensive combat boots came to a sudden halt right in front of the bench where Elara was curled up. A tall, imposing shadow fell over her sleeping form as a young man leaned down, examining her through the dim, flickering amber light of the single lamppost.

"You possess a power that has long been forgotten, a power that could tip the balance between light and darkness." As he spoke, a sense of purpose stirred within Elara, mingling with the echoes of her forgotten past. She knew that she had been chosen for a reason, that her awakening was not merely chance but part of a greater design. Together, Elara and Aric ventured deeper into the heart of Eldoria, their footsteps guided by the whispered voices of the forest. Along the way, they encountered creatures both wondrous and fearsome, each one a testament to the wild magic that flowed through the veins of this ancient realm.

"He is an animal. And in the north, we skin animals that threaten our dens." "What are these dark relics the scout mentioned?" Elara asked, turning her sharp, silver gaze toward Elder Corina. Her tone was completely steady, clinical and focused on the tactical reality. "How are they melting the mountain ice?" Elder Corina’s aged face was drawn tight with grim recognition. She reached into the folds of her amber robes and pulled out a small, circular medallion of polished black stone, setting it on the table.