Elder Scrolls Universe Novels & Stories

Eros is speaking as if he knows everything about the former Nephilim lord. "How do you know that he was searching for her for years?" Adalwolf questioned. Eros sighed. He did not get time to share about where he landed in the Seer world. "In the Seer world...." Eros explained everything about the tunnel he landed in and what he found there. Everyone was quiet after learning the entire truth behind the slaughtering of the Skipper seers race. Iris already knows everything, so she gritted her teeth at the injustice done to her people.

Oh, cruel fate. She didn't ask for it this time. Probably scared I knew her secret. Gems weren’t supposed to be out in public and if I told on her then she could get into trouble. But still, thinking back to my knowledge about Gems, they weren’t evil creatures. They were just unnaturally outstanding, beauty and body wise. Not very clever. Even though I didn't like Gems, I wasn't heartless. Well, not entirely. I picked up the lip gloss and handed it back to her. Only it wasn't her.

Trajyr stepped forward, coming as close as he could to his King before speaking. "Be aware, my King," Trajyr spoke in a low voice. "There are Elves on the council who are not happy about your changes. They feel those times are over and are beginning to speak… dangerous thoughts." "Go," Lorcan nodded towards the door. "Don't let them see you stayed back. Thank you for your warning." The silver-haired Elflord disappeared quickly and silently into the hall. Lorcan and Niamh left the room with General Aengus, who graciously excused himself and left them to walk to their chambers alone.

Elara’s POV The world around me blurred, shifting between reality and something beyond. One moment, I stood amidst the shattered remains of the stone, Kael's voice a distant echo. The next, a pull—like invisible hands dragging me—tore me away from the battlefield. Darkness enveloped me. Then, suddenly—light. A vast, endless expanse stretched before me, glowing with an ethereal silver mist. The air shimmered, heavy with an ancient presence. A soft hum vibrated through the realm, powerful yet calming.

"The gateway is opening. Our new era begins now!" As she speaks, shapes begin to emerge from the vortex. Monstrous creatures, the likes of which I've never seen, pouring into our world. Behind them, I catch glimpses of a blighted landscape – a realm of perpetual twilight and twisted magic. "By the Moon Goddess," Xander breathes. "What have you done, Elara?" She turns to us, a maniacal grin splitting her face. "I've secured our future, dear brother-in-law. This world is dying, choked by outdated traditions and weak leadership. These beings – they understand true power. They'll help us reshape reality itself!"

Eros Draeger My name is Eros, Eros Chaz Draeger, and I am an incubus. I take the life force from humans during the act of sex, and my master, the devil, takes a portion of it from me during sleep from the rune tattoo I have on my back. It can take the complete life force from any mortal who lays eyes upon it so I have to be cautious or leave a string of dead humans in my wake.

“I need to get to the bottom of this. We need samples, data, whatever we can get our hands on.” But it wasn’t that simple. Over the next few weeks, the world began to unravel. The virus didn’t just spread—it mutated. Each day, it seemed like it was evolving in ways no one had predicted. And the survivors—those who had managed to survive the fever—weren’t the same. They looked like shells of their former selves, with a hunger in their eyes that wasn’t human. They had become creatures driven by something primal. Something terrifying.

I saw the crystal pillar in the North, glowing with a faint, trapped violet light. I realized that the "Forever Mine" contract hadn't just bound me to Kaelen. It had bound us to the fate of the world. We were no longer just a family; we were the wardens of an epoch. "Kaelen?" I murmured, drifting toward sleep. "I'm here, Elara." "The Elder was wrong about one thing." "What’s that?" "The stars aren't the ones I'm worried about," I said, thinking of the solar gold in Aero’s eyes and the void-black in my own hair. "It's what we’re becoming that scares me."