Elder Scrolls Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

His thrusts grow sharper, hitting that spot over and over until I break again, crying out. Then suddenly, his eyes glow above me. His irises are pure gold. Not a speck of pupil in sight. The scene ethereal. Warmth floods me as he explodes inside, locking me against him. “I will love you forever, Iris. I give you my all.” A vow, just as a strange warmth floods inside me. We collapse together, chests heaving. And then a dream again, but different. A woman named Eliora places a wolf cub in my arms.

Queen Melinda shook in fear, her hands protectively cradling her stomach as she heard the clashing of swords in the distance. And she desperately prayed that they would walk out of this alive, that they would win this fight and her husband would return back to her safely. But she didn't know that the night had a different fate in stall for them. BACK IN ELDRADOR KINGDOM. AURORA'S P. O. V. "I will to be killed by the sword and taken by the waters" I mentally read the written scriptures engraved into the walls of the ancient goddesses room, my fingers caressing and tracing every engraved lines tenderly.

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 stand there until the false dawn pales the sky, watching her window from afar. The moonflowers in her room glow brighter. As though they know something I do not. As though they have already chosen a side. And it is not mine. 🖤🖤 Elara I wake wrapped in warmth that doesn’t belong to blankets. It’s deeper, like something curled around me in the night and kept the cold at bay. I half-expect to open my eyes and find Sael sprawled across my chest, but the fox cub is still curled at the foot of the bed, tiny flames flickering in his sleep.

“I’m sorry about your friend, I really am. But what you’re asking me to do, it’s forbidden for a reason. The Vorem Animis can corrupt both souls if something goes wrong. The Headmaster would…” “I’ll make sure no one knows.” Cressida’s voice sliced through her words. “I’ll shield the room with my dragon aura. Not even Nyx Thorneveil could sense it.” Elera frowned. “Dragon aura? That’s… not easy to control.” “I have it under control,” Cressida snapped, then softened. “Please, Elera. Please” Elera’s expression hardened. “I don't know if I can trust you again, you still haven’t fulfilled your promise to me, and you said you’d get me into the Fiery Five after what I did for you last time.”

I walked to the dais, my hand shaking as I picked up the quill and read the first line: Contract of Betrothal between King Darius Valerius and. I looked at him one last time. "You are the devil." Darius gave a cold and humorless smile. "And you are the devil's bride. Sign." I pressed the quill to the paper. I wasn't just signing a contract, I was signing away my freedom. I was making myself the enemy of Princess Seraphina, the Lycan Council, and potentially the entire world. But for Leo, I would burn the whole world down. I signed my name. Elara Vance.

The life of every person currently humming in the silver mist. She looked at her mom one time. "I love you Mom." Her mom looked up from her painting. For a second the simulated bliss vanished from her eyes. She looked deep and ancient. "I know, honey. Now go finish your story." Elara turned to the barrier. Elias was on the ground. The infected were closing in. She didn't hesitate. She lunged forward and jammed the gold pen through the golden haze. The barrier didn't break; it dissolved. The garden vanished in a roar of static. The jasmine scent was replaced by the stench of ozone. The warm sun was replaced by the flickering blue of the Aethelred facility.

Our steps slower our hands more careful with each task yet our bond remained as fierce and tender as the day it was first sealed. Spring brought one of the sweetest milestones we had yet known. Soren arrived at the cabin with her entire family and news that made my heart soar. Her eldest daughter Elara was to be bonded in the sacred ruins under the full moon. The ceremony would honor the old ways while embracing the new alliances between realms. Elara had chosen a mate from a visiting pack whose people walked between worlds as easily as we now did in our later years.

The fresh, gold-rimmed crescent brand beneath her collarbone pulsed hot against my lips, a permanent, physical marker that she belonged entirely to me. "Kaelen," Elara whispered, her voice carrying a soft, breathless tremor as her arms looped tightly around my neck. Her fingers slid into the short hair at the nape of my neck, her grip fierce and unyielding. "They actually listened. The elders... they didn't try to fight the bond."

The Valley of Broken Moon smelled of blood and victory as the sun dipped below the horizon. Elara stood at the edge of the battlefield, her body aching from exertion and the lingering effects of channeling so much raw power. Golden sparks still danced faintly along her skin, a visible sign that her bloodline was fully awakening. Kael’s strong arm remained wrapped around her waist, holding her upright even as his own wounds slowly knit together.