Elder Scrolls Online Aldmeri Dominion Novels & Stories

“Why not just Rowan? He was the one who touched her. Why did the kings fall with him?” “For the hundredth time, Lord Alastair, I do not know,” Elara said for what felt like the tenth time. “I wish I could tell you something useful, but I cannot. This has never happened before. There is no record of a God of Dominion power reacting this way after purging shadow magic. I cannot give you an explanation because I do not have one.” Alastair stopped pacing and looked down at Rowan. The young man’s face was twisted in discomfort even in sleep. His body kept twitching as the heat moved through him.

"This afternoon, the rulers of the other Kingdoms began to arrive." My mate warned me and I sighed. This is one of our fears because until now I hadn't come face to face with beings with the same or similar levels of power as Soren, Victor, and Ghost. "Do you know who the first ones will be?" I asked, trying to prepare myself psychologically for my possible reactions. "The Elven Kingdom, Lord and Lady Elyon Wysabel," Victor replied. "After them, the Lords of Yasmerhil should arrive, it's a kingdom made up mostly of dwarves," Soren informed.

He got up from the Obsidian Throne, his great frame towering over the room, his presence demanding all reverence. "So says the Heir of the Eclipse." Caelum's voice echoed like rolling thunder. The Great Covenant of the Jade Sea is thus agreed upon. The Blood-Iron Dominion is dissolved. Henceforth, the Eastern Archipelagos shall be known as the Isles of the Golden Tide, bound under the law and protection of the Sovereign Crown of Obsidian Ridge!" Elder Sorus pressed his forehead to the cold stone floor, tears of relief leaking from his eyes. "May the Sun and Shadow reign for ten thousand years!"

Three weeks later, in the dead of night, Frederic Wynne knelt before the king’s bed. He had ridden hard from the northern border; mud still clung to his boots, and his cloak smelled of horse and winter. Yet his bow was perfect. Aldred did not ask him to rise. “You know why I summoned you.” Frederic’s jaw tightened. “The prophecy.” “Indeed. The kingdom requires a sacrifice. A pure maiden. My seers have found her.” Aldred paused, savoring the moment. “Your daughter Elara.” Frederic did not flinch, but something flickered behind his eyes the exact cold blue of Seraphine’s.

“You’re treading a dangerous line with that kind of mentality. The Berden Empire also included part of the current Empire of Illumine and a small part of our kingdom. It was a fairly huge Empire that produced the infamous Aleria the Conqueror. The Berden Pass is regarded formally as neutral ground and informally as the border land between the Empire of Illumine and the Kingdom of Ducroft. But you are right when you said by landmass, the Kingdom of Polivia is larger than the Kingdom of Winor. You can find that out with any basic map. I could gift you a map, Lord Kristen.” “I don't need a map, thank you very much.” “Ah, is that so? Then tell me, which is the territory with the most non-human s

“What do you mean?” “These lands are enclosed,” Delmar explained. “Naturally enclosed. The hills bordering our territories are nearly unscalable, and the rivers are treacherous. The only way one could simply walk out of here is through an old path cutting through the northern region. That would take you to our borders, but unfortunately, that entire area is under the control of the Domineers.” Still feeling the shiver going down his spine, Alex shuddered as his curiosity continued to prod. “Who are the Domineers?” he asked intently, even though he already knew the answer.

His face remained unreadable, his mask never faltering. "Who is he, Monsignor?" Sethlzaar asked. "The man?" Shrowl waved the topic aside with a simple gesture like it was of little import. "Lord Elerden Alnif." Lord Elerden Alnif was of great import. There was no one who did not know the name of the Lord Commander of the second. He was a blessed who'd fought battles beyond the realm's borders. And when experience had borne into his skill with age he was given command of the second of the two forts protecting the realm borders.

I sprayed so much perfume around before I opened the door that I doubt she could even make out mine in there. "Uh huh, apparently Alpha Eligor is furious. He's punishing the night patrol by making them figure out how the Rogues got past them before they're allowed to end their shift. Even if it takes days or weeks, they're not allowed to leave until they know." Ana carries on excitedly. "He says they're lucky Abaddon was out with a girl for most of the night, if he'd been in a deep sleep when the rogues got there, he may have been killed."

To her left sat Kael, his presence a heavy, brooding weight; to her right, Sif, the Northern emissary, who picked at a plate of seared venison with a clinical, predatory grace. "You eat like a human, Elara," Sif remarked, her lupine blue eyes tracking the way Elara held her fork. "Slow. Methodical. As if you're afraid the meat might bite back." "I’ve spent most of my life not knowing where my next meal was coming from," Elara replied, her voice steady. "Methodical is the only way I know how to survive." "Survival is a phase," Sif said, leaning back. "You are in the era of Dominion now. But dominion requires more than just a strong Anchor. it requires an understanding of the biology you’ve un

His fingers lingered for half a second too long—then he pulled back. Kaelira didn’t move. “You could’ve just told me to stop.” “You wouldn’t have listened,” he said softly. She looked at him then, really looked—how the sunlight hit his eyes, turning silver into something almost warm. She hated how easily that warmth sank beneath her ribs. Not yet, she told herself. Not him. ⸻ They reached the Dominion outpost by dusk. It wasn’t a fortress like she expected—no banners, no towers. Just a scattering of stone huts hidden beneath the frost, all glowing faintly with runes carved into their walls. Voices drifted faintly from belowground, rhythmic and wrong.