Elder Scrolls Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

She longed for companionship, for someone to share in the wonder and mystery of this forgotten realm. And then, as if in answer to her silent plea, she heard a voice calling out to her from the depths of the forest. A voice filled with warmth and laughter, a voice that stirred something deep within her. Chapter 6: The Gathering Storm As Elara and Aric emerged from the Veil of Time, they found themselves standing on the edge of a vast battlefield, where the clash of steel and the roar of dragons filled the air. It was a scene of chaos and destruction, a testament to the forces of darkness that threatened to engulf the world.

“And how did you cross our border without being scented?” The woman looked up, her face a map of deep-etched grief and exhaustion. “I am Elara. I was the Second to the High Magister before he went mad with the taste of the void. And I didn't cross your border, Alpha. I was spat out by the mountains when the Siphon collapsed. The rivers carried me to your doorstep because the Weaver’s ring called to the stone I carry.” Ellie stepped forward, her gaze locked on the flickering gold inside the crystal. “My father… he’s in there?”

I pressed my palm against the contract scar and felt the silver tendrils pulse, reaching, growing, reminding me that the Author's pen hovered over my name and the story was still being written. Elara. The girl who had touched my face with fingers that trembled. Who had thanked me for saving a sister she had not been present to save. Who had warned me of dangers that wore smiles while she herself smiled and offered help and delivered destruction. What had happened to her at the Crescent Moon Pool? What had Selene drawn her into? And what choice was she preparing to make, between the sister she was and the sister she must become?

"**[YOU HAVE EXCEEDED YOUR NARRATIVE BUDGET. YOU HAVE BREACHED THE WALL. BUT THE UNDERWRITERS ARE GENEROUS. THEY DO NOT WANT AN ENDING. THEY WANT A SPIN-OFF.]**" Suddenly, the cold, grey reality of the Boardroom was replaced by a series of "Previews"—beautiful, high-definition visions that danced in the air around Elara. In one, she was seated on a throne of stars, a Queen of a thousand worlds, with the Silver Moon Pack as her immortal guard. In another, she was back in the forest with Silas, but he was no longer a shadow-asset; he was a god of the wild, and their life was an endless, golden summer where no one ever aged and no one ever died.

He advanced his steps, almost closing the distance between them. Eirlys drifted into silence. There was nothing she could say to defend herself. Yes, she was in a tight situation and had prayed for someone to save her, maybe in her mind. To rescue her. And it seemed that the Moon Goddess had sent to her, her long lost mate— or probably, the mate who rejected her. “Why have you come here?” She furrowed her eyebrows. Ryker stepped in closer and this time around, he was standing close to her. He pulled out his hand toward her to touch her but Eloise propelled her head backward.

I no longer want to be left alone with Averi. And did I really see it right? Was he going to kiss me while I am asleep or I am just assuming things? "Eli—" I turn to face him, both my stance and the emotion on my face screams frustration. "It's Elide. Call me by my name, Averi. It's Elide. Elide Fenriz. Princess Elide of Fenrys." "I'll call you how I want too. You introduce yourself to me as Eli and my eyes will continue to see you the same way that night."

My stomach grumbled in response before my eyes closed gently, and I drifted back to sleep. By the time I opened my eyes again, Aeros was sitting by my side on the bed, stroking my hand lovingly while his other hand caressed my stomach. “I love you, Elarian. I love you, and I would be damned if I let anything or anyone take you away from me,” he mumbled under his breath, and a smile curved my lips. The nightmare was finally over. I knew, right then and there, that I was back with Aeros, and whatever torture I had been forced to endure was over.

The next, her knees buckled, her hands flying to her belly, silver fire erupting from her skin in visible waves. Across the wing, Naia cried out. The sound was sharp and desperate, carried by the ancient power of the two unborn hybrids reaching for each other through the bindings. The resonance slammed into me through the bond like a second heartbeat made of pure silver need. I caught Elara before she fell, my body already responding, already hard. There was no time for the corridor. I cleared the table with one sweep of my arm. The scrolls and markers scattered across the floor, the candle snuffed out, the room plunged into dimness. I lifted Elara onto the table, the wood cold against her t

She staggered, her wings thrashing, shadows tearing at her limbs. “Serena!” Lucian tried to rise but collapsed, blood pouring from his mouth. Elias crawled forward, lightning still sparking weakly across his charred skin. “Fight him!” he choked. Fenris’s grin split his monstrous maw. “The eclipse is not just your stage—it is my seal. If I merge with her fully before the moon clears, I will be reborn in flesh. Your world will be mine.” Serena gasped as the shadows pulled tighter, dragging her into the rift. Her body began to fade, dissolving into smoke and light. She thrashed, wings slashing, but every move only drew her deeper.

“She drew her first breath today. Elena's promise made flesh. Even as an infant, the bond sears through me. I feel it, undeniably. I have waited a thousand years, and she is finally here. Earis Lockwood. I did doubt Elena in fear she had crossed me, but the sight of Earis even at this tender age made me feel something other than pain or rage. I felt… peace. The urge to claim her and mate her claws at me with every breath. My patience falters, and it will not hold forever. I cannot wait to claim her.” My body trembled. “Earis!” His roar ripped through the echo of my discombobulation. “What the hell are you doing! You've made a mess here!” He growled as he rushed towards me. “You're bleeding!”