Elder Scrolls Universe Novels & Stories

"What's nonsense about that?" "I get it. You're both curious about this place," Matheo concluded. "It's a place created by an Eldar. And that Eldar are Lanasia's ancestors who passed the responsibility of stabilizing this world. This world was made for the white wolves during the great war, and until now. This became their hideout. Only a few mages knew about the passages to the nest of the Moon's Order pack, no one else could enter the pack's forest without crossing those passages. That's why this is highly confidential." "Then how did you know?" Dandeline slouches. "You're not a part of the bloodline, are you?"

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

RUM ‘Bullshit,’ I growled. They looked too serious to be true. The corners of Ellis’s mouth curled up and then he shrugged and chuckled lightly. ‘That’s what the elders would say. That’s what’s in the scrolls.’ And my face relaxed again, the resistance evaporating. ‘Then what’s with the death stare?’ Elena looked at me solemnly. ‘We’re OK with hybrids—I mean, we are living in a different age now. But as Ellis rightfully pointed out, hybrids are frowned upon in our world. There are people who detest hybrids.’

So, everything began because Radomir launched a coup, killed his master, and became the sole ruler of this universe. He was now more curious about the other universes. “Since ours is the Twelfth Universe, what do the other universes look like?” Melinda shook her head and said, “I’m not sure. Though I’m Hadad’s daughter, I have never been to other universes. As such, I have no idea what it’s like over there. I only know that we are the weakest universe. The others have a handful of Ancestral Gods, whereas ours only have a single one. If only…”

"Obviously there's a lot I'm yet to tell you, but listen. They tried to stop us from escaping. In the process of wielding his powers, one of them shifted." "What species?" Another shrug. "It's not one I've seen before--or one I think is on Earth. Like mine, too." My anger grows at the hurt in her eyes and when I go to thread my fingers through her her, I realize they shake. Ivar is a dead man walking. "You know," she says. "Just like their own dimension exist, what's to say countless other worlds don't exist, too?" "I've given it a thought. Elias, one of my Elders, seems to believe so too. Before I left the castle, I thought he was going to tell me some new discovery of his."

Their thoughts echoed in a silent dialogue, a contemplative reflection on the revelations and the challenges that lay ahead. *"These beings, so deeply entrenched in age-old conflicts, are now confronted with truths that shake the foundations of their beliefs. The scrolls and stories, hidden in the shadows of history, have now emerged into the harsh light of scrutiny. Can the threads of destiny weave a new narrative, or will the old enmities prove too resilient?"*

--- They crossed the mirror. It didn’t feel like walking. It felt like falling upward, like being unraveled thread by thread and re-stitched with memories not their own. Selene’s skin burned. Kael grunted beside her. Elira cried out—but not in pain. In knowing. And then they landed. --- The world beyond Elunari was not a world at all. It was a realm of echoes. Everything shimmered in fragments. Trees flickered between growth and ruin. Rivers ran backward. The stars above spun in circles, then halted completely.

The "Universal-Hum" had become the new silence, a constant vibration that the inhabitants of the multiversal garden took for granted. On a world at the furthest edge of the Andromeda-Void—a planet named Oura that had been grown from the "Memory-Seeds" of the Third Shift—a New Architect named Elen began to dig. Elen did not look like the Union ancestors; her skin was a mesh of translucent silica, and her breath was a fine mist of Quintessence. She didn't need to dig for coal or ore, but she felt a "Tug" in the deep-silt, a localized "Inconsistency" in the planet’s perfect resonance.

, asked Adam. “yes”, replied the elder elf. “where are the other creatures then?”, Adam asked again. “they are in your world”, responded the elf. “what the f”, uttered Adam. “was that the reason why there were so many unknown creatures we had fought?”, asked Adam. “yes, but they haven’t expanded yet, once, the Alagartha would be totally destroyed, that’s the only time those wild species would begin to attack your world and your people”, the elder elf replied.

A good soul. A good soul… "Holy shit," I spat out softly as something that had been staring me right in the face hit me upside the head. "Mom!" Marcus admonished me. I ignored him. "I just figured something out." "What?" came from Erin. Cynthia was sitting down trying to recover her head while Benjamin was trying to stop puking. But the minute I spoke I had all their attention. "Souls… they want pure souls." "What?" Erin repeated. In awe I spoke slowly. "The Eaters. They want pure souls. That's why they go after the boys so hard. They have to have pure souls."