Elder Scrolls Mara Novels & Stories

The boys certainly do not have it any easier; the Eirdegon is a medium sized deer with crystal shiny antlers and bluish fur, from what I know it is incredibly fast and smart. “Should you accomplish that, you will be honored to once again enter the village as recognized children of Mother Jörð and your legacy will continue as progenitors of the new generation. Should you fail, you will be disgraced as failed beings, mere beasts, losing any ties with the elven race.” Wait, what was that about progenitors of the new generation, I never heard of it. Everything sounded bad already, but that last paragraph came straight out of a shady cult. “Worry not, I trust we have trained you accordingly and y

I tell Manure through all the moaning noises. Manure gives his best and in the end, we both cum and drop asleep. When I woke up, Queen Mara is next to me in her castle. "-Well look who woke up after the most extreme and long fucking. You couldn't help yourself, could you? Mara says to me. -You know me very well my friend, but this time was weird, like never in my life." I reply to Mara. Queen Mara is my friend since forever, but we visit each other quite rarely. She is an extremely gorgeous elve, but I never got the chance to be with her, although I always desired her and she knows it.

The same crescent-shaped birthmark beneath her left eye. Mara stumbled backward. "Mom." The woman smiled. "Hello, Mara." Mara covered her mouth. Tears filled her eyes. "You died." Elara looked at her daughter. "I did." "Then how are you standing here?" "I never said I was alive." Rei's stomach tightened. "What does that mean?" Elara looked at her. "Come here." Rei didn't move. Dominic stood beside her. Elara noticed. Her expression softened. "So you're Dominic."

she stuttered. [Calm down, Mara. It's okay. You don't have to be scared, I'm here. I'll protect you. I will never let him hurt you, not even the tiniest strand of your hair. You've done great. Now, wait for us there. We're on our way. Did he already leave?]

One drop, two, three, fall into the bowl. The liquid inside writhes like it is alive, turning silver, then white, then a light so pure it hurts to look at. Gasps ripple through the hall. Malphas lifts the bowl high. His blind eyes weep tears of rapture. “Behold!” he cries. “The soul of Elara Wynne burns brighter than any in a thousand years! She is chosen! She is pure! She is the bride the Serpent has waited for!” The cheering is deafening.

Mara couldn’t stop staring at the glass. The red letters dripped slower now, thick as syrup, refusing to obey gravity the way normal condensation should. I never left, Red. Elias-9 stood beside her, unmoving, the black in his eyes flickering again like bad reception. “We need to open the door,” he said. “No.” The word tore out of her throat. “Mara, if that’s” “It’s not him.” She spun on him, furious, terrified. “It can’t be. You’re him. You’re the one they built. You’re the one who just said pomegranate inside my head.”

I burst out laughing because she landed so perfectly on that asshole’s personality. “His name is Calder Pike, and he was banished after fighting Xander. And you are spot on with the stalking.” “One. Three to go. You are going to be glorious bait!” Crean sings in the memory. Mara moves back into the shadows and the memory dissolves into grey fog before another takes form. We’re running through the forest now, following Mara on a path that no one should know was there. She is weaving in and out like a pro, and then she halts. She listens for a second before scaling the tall broad tree in front of her like a teenager.

a voice rasped from the shadows. I turned sharply. The pack healer, Mara, stood in the doorway, her eyes narrowing at the sight of my arm. She crossed the room in two steps and grabbed my wrist, tilting it toward the light. “Elara… this isn’t just a mark. It’s a tether.” “A tether?” My voice was barely breathing. Her eyes softened but her tone was grim. “A magical chain. It lets whoever casts it find you… track you… maybe even control you.” “No. I’d know if he could control me.”

The creature stilled immediately. Mirelda’s crimson eyes glimmered in the Hollow’s faint light as she turned to her sister. “We should have killed him when he was here. Marek.” Her voice dripped venom as she spoke his name. “He is a threat. They both are.” Nyxara’s face remained calm, her silvery-white hair cascading over her shoulders like moonlight. “Patience, Mirelda,” she said smoothly, continuing to draw glowing symbols across the creature’s hide. “We will get our chance. But Marek is not just a wolf—he is Eloria’s wolf. That makes him dangerous. We cannot risk drawing her attention yet.”

His blue eyes were locked on Kairos’s hand on my body. Behind him, Elder Mara stepped out from the shadows of the Great Hall. She always stood tall. Calm. Proud. Not now. Her face was twisted with pure fear. She gripped the stone railing so hard her knuckles turned white. Her eyes jumped from me to Kael, and the color drained from her face. "You..." Mara whispered. Her voice shook. "It can't be. You were exiled! Kairos sent you to the Dead Lands himself... you were supposed to be a memory."