Elder Scrolls Mara Novels & Stories

Amaris We cover the distance back to the pack quickly, so quickly that to my still trying to acclimate mind, it shouldn’t be possible to cover so much ground in such a short amount of time. By the time Glendon meets the four of us at the tree line, the sounds of the battle fought are long gone and are now replaced by the painful cries of the wounded, and the anguished wails of those who lost friends or loved ones. Glendon’s appearance is broken and full of sorrow-as the Alpha, he feels each loss on a level that only other Alpha’s who have also experienced loss can understand.

a voice whispered from behind. Elena spun, heart thundering, and came face to face with Mara, her sister’s friend—the girl who vanished months ago after Luca’s raid on the northern border. “Mara?” she breathed, stepping back. “You were—everyone thought—” “Dead?” Mara's smile was sad, tired. Her eyes were a shade too dull for the girl Elena remembered, and her voice cracked on every other word. “He kept me alive. For leverage.” Elena’s stomach turned. “Who?”

If the witch wanted tokens, I would give her tokens. Eldra was waiting inside like she’d known exactly when I would arrive. She was worse than I expected. Grey-skinned. Eyes like cracked amber. Hands with nails that looked like they’d been forged from shadow. She wore tattered clothes that might have been silk a century ago, and when she smiled, I realized she didn’t have all her teeth. “Mara Rivers,” she said, her voice like gravel and wind. “You didn’t come all this way to waste my time with pleasantries.”

she whispered, choking with tears. “What is going on here, Ophelia asked me to come because there was trouble.” Mara’s mother said, her eyes filled with fear “These stones and amulets are used for black magic. Mara is an evil sorceress and her mission is to suck the blood of our young ones.” she shrieked, her voice filled with contempt. Mara could not believe the words that Mia was saying, they were not friends but she never took her as an enemy; rather she admired Mias’ skills in the act of wizardry and wanted to learn from her not until she noticed that Mia dabbled in black magic.

“Alpha. Thank the moon. Please take her before I lose my mind.” “I have been perfectly cooperative,” I said, crossing my arms. “No,” Elara said. “You have been perfectly royal.” Marek fought a smile. “I will take her from here.” I straightened my jumper. “I was making excellent progress in my lessons, thank you.” “You used one contraction,” Elara said flatly. “And you apologized to a pine cone.” “It looked offended,” I said under my breath. Marek’s eyes softened as he reached me. “Come with me. There is something I want to show you.”

Because that part was true. “Lead the way, mother.” I said, exhaling as I knew that she would be satisfied getting what she wanted. “Good.” She said calmly. “To say the least, you chose to remember your responsibility…” **************************** Elara was sitting up in the bed when we walked inside. Pale. Her hair hung damp around her shoulders, skin almost translucent beneath the lantern light. Her eyes lifted when I walked in. Confusion flickered across them. “Marcel…” she whispered. “I wasn’t informed that you were coming,”

“Oh.” Selah’s chin lifted proudly. “I bound her protector, Elder.” Mara’s smile widened. “Clever.” Kieran staggered forward, rage breaking his pain. “Where is Aria’s mother?” Mara’s eyes slid to him like he was something she’d scrape off a boot. “Alive,” she said. “And useful.” My throat closed. “Why are you doing this?” Mara stepped closer, and the air around her felt heavier, as if gravity listened to her decisions.

Maerra questioned the cloak-maker—an earthy woman named Mara, whose hands trembled. Mara: “I wove them from Treaty-weave and jade thread. I gave them to guests at the feast.” She looked through the list: Bear Leader, Caius, Eluna, Rhys, Goran, Maerra. Maerra narrowed in: “Why is yours folded in winter wheat store flour?” Mara shook her head. “Someone stole it after I wove it… I swear.” The circle listened, uneasy. That evening, Elara—alone—walked outside the council chamber to breathe.

In the center of them Mara stood, eyes like hot coal. At the edge of the hall, I saw something that hit me like a slug: Elen, grabbed by the hair, dragged out into the center of the courtyard with her pendant flashing like a small accusation. Mara’s hand was tight at the back of her neck, fingers like iron. “You would help the wolves?” Mara’s voice was a rasp for the crowd. “You betray your sisters? Then you die first, little traitor.”

Her laugh, "He'd kept records of my complicity from the first day. He built my cage while I was helping him build everyone else's." "And Mara?" I kept my voice level. It cost me. Elara's eyes came up to mine, and there was something in them I'd never seen there before. Grief. "Mara was in deeper than I ever was. They didn't use her signature, Laney. They used her gift. A destroyer wolf on a leash is the best enforcement tool in the world — she kept the handlers in line, kept the bought officials frightened, kept the merchandise—" she flinched at her own word— "compliant. And she was good at it, because Mara was good at everything, and I think for a while she even told herself the same lies I