Elder Scrolls Universe Novels & Stories

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…”

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.

Nora laid the scroll on the table and looked each of them in the eyes. “We’ve been infiltrated,” she said without preamble. “Erebus is no longer lurking at the edge of our world. He’s inside it.” A hush fell over the room. Carlos was the first to speak. “Do you know who?” “Not yet,” she replied. “But I have my suspicions. This scroll came to me tonight. It was hidden. Marked by the orb. It speaks of a keeper wearing borrowed loyalty—someone who serves a second master.” Elrin, the child-seer, lifted his head slowly. “I’ve seen it in my dreams. A black root winding through the temple floor… and voices whispering in reverse.”

"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."

As they approached the sacred grounds, the air seemed to hum with a palpable energy—an anticipation of the discussions that would shape the future of their kind. The entrance to the elders' sanctum loomed before them, adorned with intricate carvings that told the tales of generations past. Seraphina, her scarlet eyes glinting with a mix of reverence and determination, led the way. Adrian, his werewolf features a testament to the unity forged in recent battles, followed closely, while the hybrid child walked beside them, a living symbol of the prophecies that had unfolded.

--- 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.

"If they want to close the book, they're going to have to burn the whole library to get to us." Elara is rooted, She has become the living soul of the Iron Mountains, a place MegaNoel can’t touch—but the Corporation has initiated the "Final Format" of the entire universe! The countdown has begun. Nine days until the end of everything. Elara is safe inside her mountain, but the rest of humanity is about to be "Deleted." Does she stay safe in her cage, or does she find a way to take her "New World" to the enemy?**