Elder Scrolls Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

Mia cried. Elara looked at the gold pen. She looked at Vane. "They want a clean draft?" Elara growled, her silver fire erupting from her skin, turning her into a living ink stain on the white page of the sky. "Vane, give me your hand! We’re going to show them that some stories... Refuse to be edited!"

“Come, sit beside me, darling.” The touch was falsely tender; the eyes were sharp with calculation, as if she were memorizing the facets of a diamond she finally owned. The siblings offered similar greetings, their smiles dripping with sweet, suffocating expectation. To them, she wasn't a person—she was a ladder. Elara lowered herself into the seat with composed grace, the train of her crimson gown pooling like blood on the marble floor. She smiled back at the den of wolves, her heart cold. She was already counting the ways they would fall. One by one.

Elaine’s face looks so bright when she opened her eyes. I pulled her near for the second time. I really want to spend more time with her, but just like that, time wasn’t on my our side. My body withered into white petals before I knew it, also causing the confused Elaine to blink in surprise. “Elaine!” I grabbed one of her hand and hastily kissed it. “I know you will forget it when we get back to the real world but…” My fingers turned into white petals, almost letting go of her hand. “…I want you to know that I love you and,”

He whistles, making the rest guys to give him High-fives. What is with talking about outfits today?! School suddenly lost its savor. Glinda was avoiding me, and I still hadn't caught sight of the royal twins. A crumpled paper lands on my arm, I absentmindedly let it slide to the floor. Another crumpled paper lands on my arm, I look to see Eros mouth 'the paper- read it'. Tsk. My eyebrows furrow questioningly. About a please, Mr? Ezli was seething, she made mental pictures of ripping his head off.

“She needs to rest.” “Fine, fine. Whatever you say, Ms. Curandeiro.” Ellaria pouted, stepping away from my bed and into Vidarr's embrace. I loved to watch the two of them together. Vidarr was a six-foot-three beast crafted to kill, but whenever he was with my sister, he was just a fuzzy, brown-haired bear who loved to cuddle. As I took in the freshly mated couple, I couldn't help but think they were made for each other.

By the time we reached the outskirts of the hunter’s territory, our bodies were bruised, our breaths ragged—but we were alive. We didn’t stop until we were deep in the woods, where the scent of blood and metal couldn’t reach us. Only then did Elara finally turn to me. “ Thank you for coming back.” I exhaled, knowing this conversation was inevitable. “ I had to save my love.” “Raven is a supposed elder in the council. I can't believe this.” She stared at me, waiting. “And you didn’t expect it doesn't mean it's not real…” I ran a hand through my hair. “ I guess it isn’t the right time to wonder.”

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."

“Nothing good. Come—eat, dress. Eldoria is beautiful if you open your heart and look past the dark.” She pulls me from the bed with surprising strength, excitement chasing away the shadows in her eyes. An hour later we step into the palace grounds. Eldoria is… overwhelming. Black glass spires twist toward the star-bruised sky. Rivers of liquid silver wind through gardens of glowing flowers. Trees with leaves like shattered mirrors reflect a thousand versions of me walking beside Lyriel. Creatures watch from balconies and branches (some bow, some hiss, most simply stare). Sael trots ahead, tail high, yipping at everything that moves.

Icarus and Leaf — as her future mates — would, of course, be part of this carnal trail. Icarus was racing with excitement. He wanted Elara to grow, to be his. He wanted that feeling of belonging, of being loved and accepted. Icarus needed Elara. With the knowledge of the second trail in hand, he disappeared from his spot. He wanted to be sure Lillith would be ready to help the white-haired beauty awaken her dark magic and kick-start her growth when it was time. It wouldn’t be long now.

I ask breathlessly, looking down at the unconscious woman who obviously has great, great power. “It’s just a myth,” he says in a hoarse whisper as Elijah joins us. “It’s not,” Elijah says. “And if she’s truly from Eastonia, we are in serious danger right now.” Cressendra gasps, then slowly turns her head to look up at us. She reaches up a shaking hand, curling her fingers as she points at–at Ella. And then she dies. End of Book Four