Elder Scrolls Universe Novels & Stories

“A piece long hidden, even from the Council. Until now.” She unfurled a weathered scroll, the parchment glowing faintly under the twilight. Strange runes twisted across its surface, alive with old magic. Kael stepped closer, studying the symbols, a strange recognition flickering in his eyes. “I’ve seen this before,” he murmured. “In my mother’s old tomes. She used to say it was a cautionary tale.” “It’s more than a tale,” Elandra said. “It speaks of a time when unity between packs would be broken by a shadow-walker—a creature born of both light and dark, bonded to two bloodlines and destined to either restore the natural balance or plunge us into ruin.”

They were beings of raw, unpolished obsidian and prehistoric blood, and they were holding the Scythes of the Un-Made. "The Twenty-Fifth Cycle is the Cycle of the Shroud," the First Luna spoke, her form fading into the starlight. "And you’re going to need more than a key to survive the Funeral of the World." The lilies turned to black ash. The white sky turned into a funeral shroud of silver-and-gold. I stood in the center of the ash, holding the crying baby and the hand of my mate. "Eryx, are you ready?" I asked. "I’ve been ready since the square, Darlene," he said, his crimson eyes igniting with a prehistoric fury.

It just has to last long enough," Elidra replied. They went back to their cave. They were so tired that they fell asleep immediately. Elidra dreamed of the clearing. In her dream, the silver moss had spread and the mushroom had grown into a tall white tower. A soft silver light came from it, holding back the dark vines of corruption.

The grass beneath his boots was turning black, the blades of grass dissolving into tiny Square-Pixels of dust. The twist was a Portentous Discovery: The "Mortality Infection" Elara had sent into the stars hadn't just taught the Precursors how to die; it had started to treat Earth itself as a Corrupted-File. The universe was "cleaning" the hard drive, and the people of Earth were the first bits of data to be erased.

I sat down on the pillow and she sat across from me. The first man on the scroll went by the name Lyrien. Lyrien was a brooding, loyal knight who according to what's stated here had some deep connections with Eldrador. I don't think that I have seen him before but he was selected to represent one of the four elements: Earth. The second man was Caspien, a calm and enigmatic healer with the power to control tides and he represented the water. He was from the Asttland kingdom far away from here.

They took note of what you didn’t say. The place looked like an abandoned weapons depot from the outside. But once you passed the first security sweep—an auric scanner followed by a retinal ID—you were in the belly of something much colder. Concrete corridors. Steel floors. Rooms with reinforced doors that hummed with containment spells and electrolocked systems. ELS was old blood repurposed. Once a rogue-handling syndicate based out of Eastern Europe, they’d fractured, migrated, and gone underground. And now, under Magnus Creed, they’d evolved into something worse. Something precise.

There's no way that could even--- "Just joking." He laughed, yeah, he just did. Now I know where she got her impulsive jokes. But, this is bad. These companies had created something unknown to humans, hypnotism, and mind-erasing, huh. "I have a question. Mr. Everfrost." I spoke up, getting his attention. He just stared at me in response, implying me to continue. "How do you perceive this world?" I eagerly asked. I want to know how he views this Lawless world, after all, he studied philosophy.

"You bring the pattern of the kill-switch, Luna of the Ridge. We have been... expecting you." Elara stepped forward, her heart hammering against her ribs. She didn't let her posture falter. She held the sealed scroll—the "maintenance instructions"—as if it were a declaration of war. "The Ridge does not leave its allies to unravel, Grendel. We provide the repairs."

"We gave you the canvas. We gave you the ink. If you can't figure out the plot by now, you deserve to be canceled." The girl flinched. Marcus lowered his head. "She's right," Marcus whispered. "The era of the Firstborn is over. The era of the Blackwood begins." "No." I gripped Elodie's hand tighter. "The era of the human ends. That’s all. Just be kind to the wolves, Marcus. And don't let anyone buy a suit." "A suit?" Marcus frowned. "Never mind." I looked back at Elodie. The light was fading from the sky. The bruising purple was turning to a deep, absolute black. The stars in this world weren't distant suns; they were the eyes of the ones we’d lost, watching from the moon.

Arius gaze flickered to my hands a couple of times before they settled on my face. “I can give you an army but when you return, you will not be allowed a part in fighting, this way, I can guarantee that your position will always be secured and besides, you will be okay. They are not undead creatures. They just have a collective thought and power beyond what any of us can imagine. This is the best offer I can give you.” “I want my army with no strings attached, I am tired of your extra terms which keeps increasing without stopping.” I gritted out.