Elder Scrolls Mara Novels & Stories

She dropped the ribbon and ground it into the mud with the heel of her boot. “If I see you outside the communal hut again tonight, I’ll have you whipped for trespassing,” she leaned in, her scent of scorched lemon and sulfur filling my lungs. “You’re not a wolf anymore. You’re a ghost. And ghosts should stay in the dark.” One of the handmaidens—Mara, a girl who had called me her best friend since we were six—stepped forward and kicked my bundle, scattering my journals into a puddle. “Go on, Elara,” Mara whispered, her eyes full of a terrified, sycophantic greed. “Go before she gets angry.”

Ella seemed confused. “I mean to say that you should cancel your plans to return to your city and instead stay back on this island and meet the witch.” Lara said. “I am exhausted already with the numerous challenges that I have faced on this island. I am a normal human being and not an extraordinary creature. I want to quit and go back, Lara. I can’t own Alpha Gabriel either, because he is your mate, and so it is better that I leave.” Ella replied. “Try to understand Ella. I have something important to disclose to you, and that is only possible if you cure me by bringing the anti-venom from the witch. You have to stand strong and go ahead, Ella.” Lara told her and then vanished all of a sudd

Its eyes locked on me. Not hungry. Commanded. That was worse. Mara moved fast. Too fast. One second she stood between the trees. The next she was beside me, shoving a short blade into my hand. The metal was black, cold, and carved with symbols I didn’t recognize. “Cut through the back of the neck,” she said. “Sever the cord.” “What cord?” “You’ll see it when it opens its mouth.” “That is the least comforting instruction anyone has ever given me.”

Marcus said as he bows his head. Marcus was the demon Shane has made a contract with in the Great Valley of Yami before and was one of the reasons why she rarely think of going back to Eternal since they share almost all hobbies and attitudes. Mara can hear the cheers of her people despite how far they are from her. Her tail swayed a little when she saw her father a few meters away. "Are you ready to face them, my daughter?" He asked. Mara nodded despite being nervous and flashed a smile that could light up this whole place. "I am, father," She answered.

I don't— “Eli, go find Emerald.” “Er…yes, Mara.” She hustles off, shuffling along on old legs that has seen better days, the knees and ankles swollen with arthritis. Her father was once an alpha of this pack, he transferred much of pack history Mara. So if she warns me about trouble, I'm inclined to take her seriously. I'll come see you later, Mara. Whatever is eating you, I want to hear it. I turn around and head back, walking through the empty court, and out into a moonlit night. Lights have come on in homes, pack members are at their diner tables, eating supper, and an owl hoots in a nearby tree.

For the Mother of Wraiths has sisters. The paper crumbled into ash in my hand, the embers glowing with a sickly violet light before vanishing. "Sisters?" I whispered, the cold return of the Sapphire frost flickering in my veins for a split second. "The messenger collapsed after he gave the scroll," Mara said, her hand on the hilt of her sword. "His body... it didn't just die, Elara. It turned into salt." I looked at Kaelen. The peace we had built was barely a month old, and already the foundations were shaking.

Mara’s voice was bright and teasing, her brown eyes glinting with joy as she leaned back on her hands, the sunlight illuminating her face, the glade a sanctuary, the warmth a shared memory. “Three years, and I still can’t believe we pulled it off,” Mara said, her laughter sharp and warm, her brown eyes sparkling, the flame pendant catching the sunlight, the warmth of the glade wrapping around her, the air thick with the scent of smoke, the glade a sanctuary, their bond a radiant light. “We kicked that marrow god’s ass!” She grinned, her body relaxed, the sunlight casting a golden glow on her face, the glade a haven, the warmth a shared triumph.

"What might you possibly wish for right now, Mara?" Standing tall at the doorway, her platinum blonde hair gleamed in the low light, her eyes icy blue and deliberate. "I'm not here for a reunion, Elara," she continued, her voice laced with an emotion I could not identify. "I'm here since you're in more danger than you could possibly know." Leo's posture changed little, his eyes narrowed as he turned back to meet me. His voice harsh, he questioned, "What's going on?" Mara's eyes strayed between the two of us, and for a few seconds I sensed something change in her—something nearly like sorrow. But it vanished just as rapidly, replaced by the same chilly mask she wore every day.

"I am so tired of you all treating me like a doll! I won't break if I get a few scratches!" At my shout, three men's mouths hit the ground. "My god, Mara. You almost bleed out before we could get you to the Sorcerer to heal you. And you still want to go after him? That's suicide and you know it! Sólas is a Draygon, Mara, one of the most powerful ones! Do you really want him to succeed in whatever he was trying to do to you!?" Erik spewed angrily. I know what he did to you, Mara. Tohr said to me, his molten golden eyes boring into me.

A splinter from the shattered barricade had driven deep into her femoral artery when Rhys’s heavy infantry made their last push. Mara, usually the fiercest Beta in my scout unit, was pale—not the paleness of fear, but the waxen look of a body running out of life. Her blue eyes were unfocused, her fingers clutching the sleeve of my tunic with a strength that was fading by the second. "Elara... the pups," she whispered, her teeth stained pink. "Did they... get to the deep caves?"