Elder Scrolls Mara Novels & Stories

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?]

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.

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.”

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?”

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."