Elder Scrolls Online Aldmeri Dominion 소설 & 이야기

“That man commands half the dark covens of the eastern front. If she’s joined forces with him…” “Then we’re not fighting a pack,” Axel finished grimly. “We’re facing a Dominion.” The courier nodded shakily. “They call themselves The Black Dominion. A legion of Hollow-born, dead wolves, and warlocks. They’re building fortresses in the Deadlands.” Raven’s chest constricted. The room spun slightly, but she steadied herself against the table. Malrik swore. “So that’s her play. She’s gathering the worst of both realms.”

Ember Dominion soldiers. I recognize the insignia on their chestplates—a flame circled by chains. I've heard stories of the Dominion's raids into Lyriah's borders, their hunts for those with magic they deem dangerous or useful. They take prisoners back to Ardorfell, to the fire-forges where they extract power from the unwilling. I should run. I should turn around and disappear back into the forest before they see me. But then I hear a voice—young, terrified, sobbing. A child.

But doubt already flickered in the eyes around him. Eryndor laughed low, dark. “You cannot hide her now. Every wolf in these highlands will know before dawn. She carries the mark of dominion. With her blood, I will bind every pack beneath my will.” “You’ll never have her,” Kaelen said again, though his voice was rough, his strength waning. Eryndor bared his teeth in a savage grin. “Then watch your pack die first.” He lifted his horn, still hanging from his belt. With one hand, he blew a deep, resonant blast.

Not supposed to be there, Elora’s clueless, but I need to see how they treat her when I’m not around. Twelve seats, a big oak table, and an ancient crest staring down at everyone. Most seats filled. Warriors, old wolves, advisors. They start whispering the second Elora steps in. Eyes sharp, voices low. She’s not wearing anything flashy. No crown, no armor. Just a plain black dress, sleeves shoved up, papers in hand, walking in like she owns the place. “Alpha Dominic’s still recovering,” she announces, voice steady, even warm. “I’m here for him. On today’s agenda, border defense, resource allocation after the drought in the east.”

"And who are you?" "He doesn't need to give us his name," Queen Niamh whispered loudly. "Don't interrupt," Lorcan hissed. Niamh sat straighter in her saddle, "This is a surprise visit." "He has no right to be disrespectful," Lorcan said low and steady. "Even a child knows how to greet their King and Queen." Niamh opened her mouth again, but Lorcan was speaking. "What is your name?" The elflord in the green tunic bowed low, "I am Thalanil Gildan, leader of the village of Imnenora. Please, let me show you what has been done."

I don't want to close my eyes but my eyelids are very heavy. "Get your filthy paws off my Alpha!" a growl comes from the other side of the castle. I know that voice. It's Jose. He is with Jordan and Patrick. There is also another man who I hardly recognize but he doesn't look strange. There are also many other wolves behind them.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

"How the hell did you think.. that in this magical world of Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, and Ghosts, I was gonna let my love for you drown away from your life so easily by just the death of my body?" He touched two of his fingers on her lips and kissed them. "Devil never dies, Sweetheart." Suddenly the clock chimed showing the time as four A. M. "Surprise.. surprise!" He smirked in an evil tone while turning and entering his hands in the pockets of his pants. "Time to meet, baby." ---- Hey Everyone! Thanks for reading. I hope my book kept you entertained till the end. If you've finished reading this book & want to know what happened next, you can find the second book in this series as Domi

"I've had enough of this place." --- The journey back to the Dominion took three days. They traveled with a small company—Sera, a dozen warriors, and the supplies they had taken from Shadowfang. Elara rode beside Kaelen, her horse steady beneath her. The forest was waking from winter, the first green shoots pushing through the melting snow. She did not speak. She could not. But she listened. The whispers had not stopped. They were louder now, clearer. They spoke of things she did not understand—old magic, ancient wars, a queen who had worn a crown of bones. They spoke of a power that had been waiting for her, sleeping in her blood, biding its time.

"...belongs to the Obsidian Dominion." Kaelara followed the direction of her finger. The landscape stretched farther than her eyes could comfortably reach. Rolling forests... Towering mountain ranges... Sparkling rivers... Countless villages nestled among the valleys. "All of that?" She asked incredulously. "Yes! Our kingdom is the oldest surviving werewolf kingdom in existence." There was no arrogance in Isolde's voice. Only pride. "There are many other kingdoms scattered across the continent," she continued, "but they all recognize the Obsidian Dominion as the strongest. Some gladly call themselves our allies." She paused. "Others merely pretend to."