Elder Scrolls Fanfiction Novels & Stories

As Xander and I stand back to back, facing the onslaught, I feel a surge of power unlike anything I've experienced before. It's as if every suppressed emotion, every unspoken longing between us, is being channeled into pure, raw energy. Light erupts from our joined hands, pushing back the darkness. "How touching," Elara's voice drips with sarcasm. She stands atop a crumbling pillar, cradling her glowing belly. "But your little light show won't be enough to stop what's coming. I've planned this for centuries, little sister. Across lifetimes and realms." As she speaks, memories flood my mind – not just of this life, but of others. Lives lived in both Fae and mortal realms, always searching, al

September 12, 2005 – 09:50 (Winnipeg Time) “Emery! Blue Thunder! Don’t stay there, come in!” said Ellya, appearing in front of them. “For a minute, we weren't sure if we were at the right place!” said Coralis. “Don’t get fooled by what you see, Yalor has been experimenting all night with wards and glamours.” “That certainly explains the smell of elven herbs,” said Eva.

Ice slid down my spine. He knew about my map. Of course he did. “You’ve been in my room *twice,*” I muttered. “Of course you went through my things.” “Only the interesting ones,” he said. “Your underwear drawer was very disappointing.” Heat flooded my face. He laughed outright. “I’m joking,” he added. “Mostly.” “Liar,” I said. “Sometimes,” he conceded. “Not about the cabin. That part’s real. Elyra worked here once, near the border. She likes thin places. Places where territories blur. She nested there for a while. Your elders knew. They tried to burn it. It didn’t take.”

They had their song back, not in the air, but in their blood. Elara held a fruit that was shaped like a swirling spiral. Her eyes were closed, a serene smile on her face. "It's the Glimmerfall," she whispered. "Not just the story of it, but the feeling. The tiredness. The hope. The joy of its change. It's all here."

he asked, glancing around at his friends. “I will!” Elara said, holding the notebook tightly. She began reading, her voice steady and full of life as she brought Lira’s story to life. The group listened intently, captivated by the vivid imagery and heartfelt emotions woven into the narrative. As Elara read about Lira’s adventures—the challenges she faced and the friendships she formed—the fire crackled, and the night air felt charged with energy. Jace could almost hear the whispers of the woods echoing in the background, as if the spirits themselves were listening to their tale.

I said, moving to read over her shoulder. "Keep reading," Aeliana said, her finger tracing down the page. I read aloud: "'Elara stayed with us for three moons, growing weaker as the power within her strengthened. She spoke of memories not her own, of battles fought before time was counted, of a war between light and darkness that never truly ended. The Elders tried binding rituals and suppression spells and even attempted to transfer the power to a willing volunteer. Nothing worked. On the night of the winter solstice, Elara walked into the forest. We found her body three days later, burned from the inside out, nothing left but ash and the faint scent of something terrible.'"

The blade pressed against pale skin as Eloria’s eyes flared like wildfire. “If you so much as touch her,” Eloria whispered, every word sharp as glass, “the last thing you will see in this world will be my burning eyes as they devour you.” Alder froze, her smirk fading into wide-eyed stillness. Slowly, carefully, she raised her hands in surrender. “Easy now,” she muttered, though her voice had lost its earlier venom.

Elara’s POV By afternoon, the rumours had spread even farther. I could feel it everywhere. Whispers in the hallways. Curious glances when I walked by. Conversations that stopped the moment I entered a room. At first, I tried to ignore it. I spent most of the morning in the council room reading the history books Kael gave me. But even there, I couldn’t fully focus. My mind kept returning to the same thought. Marked. How could they smell something that didn’t exist?

For several seconds, neither of them spoke. Then Elara whispered, “I destroyed four worlds.” Elias pulled back. “What?” “I remembered.” He stared into her eyes. “They showed me.” “You believe them?” “I saw it.” “That doesn't mean it happened the way they showed you.” Elara shook her head. “They wouldn't lie.” Elias looked toward the creators. “Yes, they would.” The silver-eyed creator frowned. Elias stepped forward. “You showed her the ending.” “What?” “You showed her the four worlds collapsing.”

Alice collapsed to her knees, pointing with a trembling, bloodied hand. “She’s not human! She’ll burn us all!” Elara stood amid the broken greenhouse, fire still crackling along her skin, silver eyes glowing against the night. The academy began to believe it. —