Elder Scrolls Mara Novels & Stories

"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?"

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.

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.

To us. Elias must have seen the hesitation in my eyes because his voice turned desperate. “Lena, you don’t understand what she’s offering.” He took another step forward, his hands clenched at his sides. “She isn’t just asking you to trust her—she’s asking you to give yourself up.” Elara sighed. “You always think in such rigid terms.” She tilted her head. “It’s not about losing myself, Elias. It’s about evolving.” Mara suddenly spoke, her voice hoarse. “That’s exactly what I was told before they turned me into a weapon.” She met Elara’s gaze, her dark eyes burning. “You don’t evolve by losing your soul.”