Elder Scrolls Oblivion Stories Novels & Stories

She combed through scrolls detailing past encounters with darkness, ancient texts outlining forgotten rituals, and fragmented maps charting the uncharted territories where whispers of evil supposedly lingered. Days bled into weeks as Elara delved deeper into the forgotten history. She unearthed stories of a fallen guardian order, the Obsidian Watch, rumored to have possessed knowledge of a powerful dark magic. Whispers hinted at a hidden library, a repository of forbidden artifacts and corrupted celestial fragments.

“Yeah. Sisters.” They stopped and Olive pulled Oriana behind her when the door opened, revealing the three bastards. Olive never lowered her guard ever since she worked with them since a snake will always be a snake. “You didn’t kill her but that’s okay since I knew we would sooner or later.” Edom greeted and pushed the things from Olive’s table, shattering some glasses to pieces. Olive rolled her eyes. Oriana observed Edom carefully. She heard a lot of rumors and stories about him but she never saw him in person, even when the Athertons were still alive. He looks scarier than the stories.

She was distraught about something, and I wanted to pull her in with us and find out what was bothering her, but with the Obsidian elves after us, I didn’t have time. “Olive, what’s wrong?” I asked. She gently motioned for me to step further inside the tree. “Goodbye and farewell, my darlings. I’m so glad I met you. Follow the path and get home safely.” I heard the commotion as the hoard of Obsidian elves neared the tree. Olive gave us one last sad smile, before she slammed the door shut, and the outline of the door faded into the wood. It was now dark, except for a few small lanterns that led the way down a wooden staircase. We followed the lanterns as we descended further underground.

“Only stories, Your Majesty. My grandmother spoke of them. Families that refused to kneel during the old wars. They kept the rites. Kept the names the gods gave them. Not all wolves, either. Some were… other.” “Other how?” Nyxar asked sharply. Elira met his gaze, unflinching. “Elemental. Spirit-touched. Beast-born. I don’t know the truth. Just that some survived. Fled to the mountains, the Dead Marshes, the caves near the Bone Forest. There were whispers that they waited for the gods to rise again.” Ekreth gave a low exhale. “If that’s true, they’ve waited a long time.” “They may not wait much longer,” Lyra said. Her eyes flicked to Nyxar. “You felt it too. The way the veil thinned in the ru

It was at that moment that the quakes got even more violent! "The Eldorian Scroll fragment must be coming out!" Xandros cried out. Everyone turned their attention to Mount Evercloud. A crevice appeared right in the center of the mountain. It kept getting wider and wider. When the opening was wide enough, a tomb could be seen inside the mountain. People started wondering who it was that had built their tomb inside Mount Evercloud! Imagine the amount of resources and manpower needed to build it! "The Eldorian Scroll fragment is finally going to appear!" Xandros suddenly cried out as he knelt on the ground.

In fact, I didn't even know which story was true because different stories kept coming up, and I didn't know which one to believe. But then, what we needed to do was just to get rid of them. And I was working to get a hold of the Crystalline Hearthstone. First, I didn't know what power it held or what I was supposed to do with it, but the moment I got a hold of that, I would definitely visit Lady Olila, or the woman Soren had taken us to, to read our fate. I was watching some TV show when I heard a knock on my door.

And suddenly, the world around her vanished. Flashes of fire. Screams of agony. A shadowed figure standing over her, whispering words she couldn’t understand. A cold voice echoed in her mind—We will rise again. She snapped back into reality, gasping. Luca and Damien were at her side instantly. “Eve—what happened?” Luca asked, gripping her arms. Eve’s hands trembled. “They’re back. And I think… I think they’ve been waiting for me.” Determined to find answers, Eve spent the night pouring through the pack’s archives. She flipped through crumbling scrolls and faded books until she found it—a record of the Forgotten.

Seraphine looked equally horrified because they understood before the rest of us. "What is it?" Ragnar demanded. Neither answered immediately. Finally, Seraphine spoke. Her voice barely above a whisper. "The old stories..." Eldric nodded. Still staring. "The ones we thought were myths." A cold knot formed in my chest. "What stories?" The warlock looked at me. And for the first time since I'd met him...I saw genuine fear. "The stories that claimed the Hollow Arc wasn't created. It was discovered." Nobody spoke. Because somehow...That possibility was infinitely worse. Far ahead, the impossible structure shifted again. And from somewhere deep within it...A single voice echoed across the clearin

Behind them, Elandra and her warriors formed a silent wall of support. Aria spoke first. She recounted their journey—the visions in the ruins, the truths uncovered in the Forgotten Oath, the Rite of Moonfire, and the prophecy revealed in flame and shadow. She told them of the Crimson Fang’s new goal: the destruction of the Temples that anchored their divine order.

she asked, her voice small but steady. Joel shook his head. “No. But we’ll face it together.” The Watcher raised its hand once more. This time, the rogues dissolved into smoke, their forms unraveling like threads pulled from a tapestry. The clearing returned to an eerie silence, the oppressive atmosphere lifting slightly, but the weight of the Watcher’s words lingered. Elora took a deep breath, staring into the dark forest ahead. The trees loomed tall and ancient, their gnarled branches twisting together to block out the moonlight. “The Forbidden Grove,” she murmured. “What do you know about it?”