High Elves Skyrim Novels & Stories

"The Elders... they're waiting for you to drop." "Let 'em wait," Kaelor growled. He wiped a smear of gore from his jaw and turned back to the center of the pit. The Highlands were a jagged, frozen hell. No neon. No pings. Just the smell of wet fur and ancient stone. Vladya and Kaerith stood on the upper rim, their faces tight. Kaerith looked like a ghost, her eyes darting toward every shadow, haunted by the hive-mind memories that still rattled in her skull.

"Introducting Casa the Elf. She is responsible for the creation of Halphas Tower, she is a very talented architect who also erected the Halphas Border and the Pixie Garden of the Elven Prince. Raise your banners for the elf!" "1000! 2000! 10,000?! 11,000?! 20,000! There you go! 20,000 gold!" "Introducing, Angela Tivola! She is a direct descendant of Titania of the second generation! She offers all sorts of services! Building and killing are one of them. Bring her into your forces, and she'll crush your enemies for you!" "5000! 10,000! 25000! 35000! Sweet mackerel! There you go 35000 for the giant! And now, lastly, for our final asset!"

Currently, outside of the swampland north of Elderwood Village, an elf can be seen traveling westward. Just like all elves, this one looked quite handsome but if one was to take a closer look at him they would realize that this elf was currently pale as a ghost. Naturally, this elf was Hidden Bow, the only surviving member of the party that Kirou recently decimated.

Jin struck another down with a calculated punch, while Lyn used his brute strength to shove one against the wall. "No, wait!" I shouted, temporarily freezing both the elves and the alphas. Ancient texts had spoken of the ice elemental elves, ethereal beings of frost and wind, guardians of the sacred ice crystals. They were not easily swayed by words, but I had to try. “ What are you doing?” Jin snarled impatiently. “Let me try something.” I countered. “Do you have any idea how—” “Let her do what she feels is right to do, Jin. I don’t know s out you but I’m fucking exhausted from all this fighting.” Soren stated.

“Humph! Merely high elves, with me around she doesn’t need to lift a finger..” “She also said this..” Damien watched Madeline for a while, before turning to Tanith. “Watch her..if anything happens to her..consider yourself dead..” Tanith gulped and nodded swiftly sitting by Madeline’s side. Damien nodded and left the room, very quickly Callous appear by his side. “You’re highness..” “The high elves are on their way, prepare the south wing for us..” Callous nodded and disappeared as soon as he came.

Dean Withers. He is older, but not frail. Not even close. His jet black hair combed neatly away from his face, his uniform pressed to perfection, and a golden crest of Aetherion Academy pinned over his heart. A loyal servant of Elarion. A loyal servant of Aeron- the man responsible for throwing me into Skyless Keep. "Miss Thalorien," he says warmly, gesturing to the chair across from him. "Please, sit." I don't. His smile does not falter, but something sharp flickers behind his eyes.

“Siegfried, I'm minding at what are you doing!” “I'm protecting your realm, Helia Baal,” said the gloomy creature in a toneless voice, sitting at one of the crevices of the precipice. The creature turned its head of a goat with its two left and right twisted horns winding towards the back of its head. It had been picking crow's foot grasses, placing the grass between its claw-like hands, and turning it to crows. “Siegfried, stop this treachery at once! There's vermin everywhere!” Helia's voice was tight, wobbly drawing again her broom with her both hands– this time to smack the creature that had been making pesky vermin.

ELIJAH’S POV I was having a race with my Beta in the woods when my mum mindlinked me to report to her chambered immediately. When I asked her what was wrong, she refused to say anything and immediately blocked the mindlink. I had to leave my beta and head over to her chambers to see what was wrong. When I get to her bedroom door, I knock three times at the at it and moments later, the door is opened by my very pissed off looking mother. Why is she frowning so early in the morning?

Drax, made from wild fungi and ethanol, was banned within the city limits but could be legally purchased and consumed in the Drock. Mother’s message was particularly relevant today, as my age now permitted me entry. Her second message was not to take unnecessary risks on the ice peaks I planned to climb, a message she knew I always ignored. The third was one I had received continually since my early childhood: “Skye, do not, under any circumstances, exercise your powers and bring attention to yourself.” I had asked why many times, only to receive the same answer. “Because I forbid it.” Or, as I grew older, “Because we have a special ability that can be dangerous and must be concealed.”

“They are believed to reside in the great mountains of Valle in steel structures and are constantly at war with the dwarfs who live within the same several mountains in vast great halls and home built within them.” “Finally, are the Elves, known for their vast speed and craftsmanship. They live deep within the Forrest’s of Astrial, Deon, Miake and the dead lands of Qunet. But they are mostly recognised for their pointed ears and dark hair.” “Astria please.” Her mother sighed anticipating the questions that were about to arise. “No mother! Do you not think that it is time I learned who my father is? I know that he is an elf and I am a half-breed. But why won’t you tell me anything more? I des