Elder Scrolls Dremora Novels & Stories

Her nails ached, and she shoved her hands under the table, scared of what they might become. The library door swung open, and a familiar figure stepped in—Elara, the seer from the woods. Her dark hair was pulled back, her green eyes glowing faintly in the dim light, her silver pendant glinting with a crescent moon etched in runes. She moved toward them, her presence quiet but heavy, like she carried secrets older than the school itself.

The boys certainly do not have it any easier; the Eirdegon is a medium sized deer with crystal shiny antlers and bluish fur, from what I know it is incredibly fast and smart. “Should you accomplish that, you will be honored to once again enter the village as recognized children of Mother Jörð and your legacy will continue as progenitors of the new generation. Should you fail, you will be disgraced as failed beings, mere beasts, losing any ties with the elven race.” Wait, what was that about progenitors of the new generation, I never heard of it. Everything sounded bad already, but that last paragraph came straight out of a shady cult. “Worry not, I trust we have trained you accordingly and y

Alpha Scar growled, his voice like a rusty gate, "that Lyra's tribe still lingers, hesitant to join Eryndor’s Troops. This is our chance to strike, to crush their spirits and shatter their resolve." The Rogue Werewolf Troops' Alpha, a hulking monstrosity named Krael, let out a low, rumbling chuckle. "We have eyes within Eryndor's troops. Our mole will provide us with the perfect moment to strike when their guard is lowest." Alpha Scar's lips curled into a snarl. "Then we will unleash hell upon Lyra's tribe. We will show them the true meaning of fear, and they will beg to surrender to our will."

Axel uncovered the object with trembling hands, revealing a glint of metal—a necklace, adorned with a crescent moon pendant. Esmeralda's necklace. Axel's world crumbled around him as he clutched the necklace to his chest, tears mingling with rainwater. He knew that this was her, that he had found her final resting place. His sobs wracked his body as he cradled the necklace, his grief unbearable. With great effort, Axel gently covered the grave once more, as if trying to protect her even in death. The rain continued to fall, a soothing lullaby that seemed to cradle him in its embrace.

Though, at the present time, they were filled beyond capacity. As he entered the broad barn-like room with its high ceiling and hay filled loft, he noticed Jordan standing atop the carriage, securing packs and provisions for them as Dorcus and Phia passed them upwards to the wholly dedicated man from Delphi. 'Jordan Carder.' He smiled. 'Ah, I have missed the man considerably these past years of my self-inflicted absence.' "Woah! Careful there..." he heard a voice cry out from the stables to his left. Adrien adjusted his gaze and grinned with amusement at the sight of Eliezer desperately attempting to saddle a self-willed stallion. It was a beautiful creature which wore a sleek black coat wit

Well, since you help us, I will tell you" We are the tree Eleve's. We are like a different group of elves from the dark continent. Our people separated from the moon Elve kingdom a long time ago and they started their life in the vondor continent. The land is green with good pasture and a river. The kingdom was built atop large trees connected with wooden bridges. The chief of Elve Jarrod at that time fought with a vondor. A magical giant creature. They are large Titans and they love the lakes. They were the first issue that causes a fight between Elve and Vondor. Chief Jarrod defeated a special kind of vondor that is called the commanding vondor. It is a special type of vondor with royalty

“Thanks. I didn’t realize I dropped it.” Drake doesn’t hand it over right away. He glances at the page. “Why don’t you sell this one? It looks… complicated. But cool.” I swallow. “One of the ingredients is hard to find.” “What is it?” he asks. The page shows a pale blue flower with curling petals and a glowing center. Laura called it moonshade. A plant that only grows in certain places, places touched by old magic. “It’s a plant,” I say carefully. “It only grows in… specific areas.”

The Council elder leader, Dameus is from the Dryad territory. "Our Elisa has transformed into a Blood Wolf this alone can save the future of the Blood Wolf bloodline. Alpha Eris have you made the decision yet?" He asked Eris. Elisa looked up to him waiting for his answer. But his mind was elsewhere his eyes landed on his mother's cold eyes. Something else caught his attention standing behind his mom in the corner of the room, the dark shadow looming over Iris' form. Her blue eyes no longer held pain, love and warmth.

This comment seemed to make sense to Lord Breathnach and he gave a stiff bow. "I was not expecting you," he cleared his throat. He was then joined by an Elford with cold eyes and a set jaw. "This is my General, Zhoron Naero," Breathnach gestured to the tall, narrow-faced, golden-haired elflord standing off to the side. "Ah," said Niamh. "I've heard of him. A daring commander, and strategic war advisor."

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.