Elder Scrolls Dremora Novels & Stories

I mentally read the written scriptures engraved into the walls of the ancient goddesses room, my fingers caressing and tracing every engraved lines tenderly. My name is Aurora and I am the daughter and only child to Queen Melinda and King Remera Aumero and heir to the throne and ruler of the seven swords and seas of Eldrador. The night seemed completely strange, I couldn't sleep. I seemed to have been awakened by something, for a reason. I turned to the side and watched through the window the familiar sight of the mountains peeking over the trees. A mirage distorts the view beyond the window shields, and it’s impossible to tell where the asphalt ends and the ocean begins.

Lyle put an arm around her to steady her, but I noticed his eyes came flickering back to me. A drow is a type of dark elf that are known for their otherworldly abilities. They are said to have a connection with the underworld. A regular elf connects with life and mother nature, while a drow connects with death and darkness. Two different sides of the spectrum.However, a drangel is something even more rare. They are winged elves that were greatly reduced in number due to conflicts with the dragons years ago. They are serious-minded and considered ruthless. I remember when I was reading a book, I confused them with fairies, but my mother told me they were nothing like fairies.

Mira handed over the box containing the Silver Siphon. Eldora began chanting softly as she opened it. Mira leaned closer, peering inside. Within a glass chamber lay two silver-coloured worms, no longer than her little finger. “Are they dead?” she asked, unease creeping into her voice. “They are dormant,” Eldora replied. “They will need to be awakened.” “Can you?” “Not yet.” Eldora shook her head. “We will do so when we reach the Duke and Duchess.” “Will two be enough?”

“Then we head north. To Duskmere.” Rael’s jaw tightened. “That’s deep in Eldros territory.” Elior met his gaze. “It’s the last known place the Veil was physically visible before it collapsed. If any part of its magic lingers, it’ll be there.” Sienna sighed. “So, straight into the lands of our enemies. Wonderful.” Bram adjusted the strap of his dagger. “I hate magic.” Elior gave him a dry look. “You’ve mentioned.” Myrra exhaled and closed her eyes. Silence settled over the group. Elior watched as her fingers curled slightly, a subtle shift in the air around her.

The figure appeared to be an old man, he has long beard and he held a long staff, as long as his height. "Lady Gwendolyn" The man said The priestess was shocked, only the elders knows her real name. "Who are you?" Lady Blythe asked "I'm Elmer, the strongest sorcerer in Doka, the elders knows me well" He said and moved closer, gently sat on her bed. Lady Blythe moved away from him. Elmer smiled. "Gwendolyn, or Lady Blythe if I may call you that....." "You killed the Voiros" He said

"You bring the pattern of the kill-switch, Luna of the Ridge. We have been... expecting you." Elara stepped forward, her heart hammering against her ribs. She didn't let her posture falter. She held the sealed scroll—the "maintenance instructions"—as if it were a declaration of war. "The Ridge does not leave its allies to unravel, Grendel. We provide the repairs."

Noah sat behind his desk and opened the drawer. He looked at the notebook and frowned. Written in the front was Ulfr Banamaðr. Why had they driven to Bitterroot Lake and asked the head Alpha to join the Council? He opened the book and started to read the last few entries.

Thick like the world itself was holding its breath. The collar around Rhea’s throat burned now. She stumbled forward as they dragged her into the center. “No…” she growled, suddenly fighting, teeth gritted. “Let me go!” Alder shoved her hard in the back. “Walk, Crimson.” “You won’t get what you want,” Rhea snapped, eyes flashing. Eloria stood at the edge of the circle, dressed in flowing black and crimson robes. Her silver hair drifted around her like she floated in the air instead of standing on stone. Her eyes gleamed as she watched Rhea with something close to admiration.

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.

Elara, the silver-haired elder, stepped forward, her blue eyes bright, her tunic a deep purple, a staff of polished oak in her hand, its tip carved with a crescent moon, the sunlight illuminating her face, the clearing a sanctuary, the warmth a shared joy. “The Dawn Pack has returned victorious,” Elara began, her voice strong and clear, carrying over the rustling leaves, the sunlight catching the silver in her hair, the warmth of the clearing wrapping around her, the air thick with the scent of sage, the clearing a sanctuary, their bond a radiant light. “Today, we bind their unity to the heart of Emberfall, sealing their legacy for generations.” She raised her staff, the crescent moon carvin