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 in the corridor with my forehead pressed to the cold wall stone, claws digging into my palms until black blood drips. Behind the door, I hear her moving, bare feet on stone, the rustle of moonflowers. I walk away hurriedly, But not before the moonflowers push under the door and curl around my boots like they are claiming me too. I rip them off and storm down the hall. My heart (the part that has been dead for a thousand years) is beating again. And it is beating her name. Elara. Elara. Elara. Few more nights and this will be over.

“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.”

But twenty years of being trash, a slave, were all rushing to the surface. I stood in the center of the wreckage, my crimson dress fluttering in a wind that shouldn't have existed. My eyes were no longer blue. They were glowing silver circles that lit up the entire hall. I felt like I was made of lightning. I felt like I could reach out and crush the building if I wanted to. Kaelen groaned from the floor, his white suit ruined and his face covered in cuts from the flying glass. He looked up at me, "Elara..." he choked out, coughing up blood. "Please... I didn't know... the bond... we can fix this..."

"Break them all in Shadowfang; make her run. If she stands, kill her." The sigil shattered, scattering embers into the air; the spirit let out a sound that might once have been a laugh, then collapsed inward, folding into the shadows beneath my feet. Gone. **** ELARA'S POV "Come to me!" A deep voice echoed in my ears, "Take me, feel my power." "I need to get to the Golden Ring," I muttered as I walked into the hallway, everywhere silence. Then I froze; there was silence; it was like a strange teleportation that took me to a dark forest.

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.