Imperial Names Elder Scrolls Novels & Stories

"Tormund, what is your idiot son doing bringing someone here?" Lyralei's eyes snapped to one of the older men in the circle. Elder. She could tell by his age and the way he carried himself with authority even now. He was tall and broad-shouldered with greying brown hair and a scar that ran from his left eye down to his jaw. Tormund. The name rang a bell in her memory but she couldn't quite place where she'd heard it before. The elder stepped forward from the circle with his hands clasped in front of him. He bowed slightly toward Davros and when he spoke his voice was tight with barely suppressed fear and anger.

he said, and I nodded, allowing him to stand up again. Galabriel nodded, and then we continued down the aisle to the following cloaked figure. This time, it was Elder Ivansaar... He, too, removed his hood and knelt before me, "My Queen..." he said the exact words, and I made the same acknowledging gesture, and he stood up. One by one, the elders removed their hoods and acknowledged me... Snael, Aerin, Ivansaar, Elrond... even Aegnor, Elder Audon´s friend and follower, all called me "My Queen..." even when he did it with less conviction than the others.

Valkyra sat like a queen already wearing a crown. Cassius leaned back lazily, like this was all entertainment to him. They hated me. And without Zane… They could destroy me. I forced my feet forward anyway. I would not beg. I would not break. I didn’t do it and I should hold my head high. A tall elder with silver hair stood. “I am Elder Silas,” he said. “State your name.” My throat felt dry. “Naya Rowenfall,” I said. His gaze cut through me.

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

Benjamin casually asked, and everyone looked at the Beta with a shocked expression. Nadja looked at Benjamin with a raised eyebrow. “Um, I'm the ancient vampire Elder. I was in charge of the Vampire coven before I was taken.” “Wait a minute, back up. You called him Nacho!” Noah said, knowing Benjamin didn't know the Elder well enough to call him by that nickname. “Yes. It's his name, isn't it? That's what I heard you call him," Benjamin said, feeling awkward with how everyone looked at him. He thought that was the Vampire's name. It was a weird name, but it was the name he heard Noah use.

The place is like an empire, different arts and artifacts from various Packs line the hallway like trophies from conquests. Without a break, I am taken straight into their Elder hall – a confined room, with gleaming eyes stationed around a large table, resembling a conference room. Elder Maeve introduces me to other chief Elders – Deron, a stern-faced man whom she shares a striking resemblance with, and Gaius, one with suspicious eyes. They take my forged documents, their expressions unreadable as they begin to verify the lies that define my current existence. “It says here you are a gamma, Princess Natalie,” Elder Deron states, his gaze piercing. “A strong one for that matter, trained in th

"Who are you?" The foreman beside her stammered. "What are you?" A voice from the crowd shouted, "A god! He's a god among men!" I shook my head. "No," I said quietly. "I'm no god. I'm a man, like you all." They stared, waiting for an introduction. "My name is Ala—" I stopped. No. Not Alaric Thorn. That name belonged to a ghost buried four hundred years ago. "…Alen," I finished softly.

Hunter asked. I looked at Hunter, and was in awe that he was into this. "Yes, from each part of this world," she replied. "Woah," Hunter gasped, "That's amazing," his eyes lit up a bit, "But, aren't those elders only a myth?" "Nope," Salem responded, "Vorras of the north, the lord of sphynx; Anatolis of the east, the lady of witches; Dysis of the west, the count of vampires, and Notos of the south, king of wolves. They are our elders that shouldn't be forgotten."

I replied, meeting the fool's gaze as I studied his weathered countenance, anger and excitement brewing in my chest. “What's your name?” I quipped, an air of nonchalance in my voice. “Jeremiah Kilemont, the esteemed rank one Elder,” he huffed in response. “Ah, the eldest of the bunch,” I remarked with a hint of sarcasm. “I was at your coronation yesterday when you forced us to name you Alpha, a title you do not deserve,” Wow, he sure has a lot to say. I couldn't help but chuckle when the crowd echoed a resounding “yes.”

I was often the one who needed babysitting, even in my teens. Now look at me, trying to keep a two-year-old boy entertained while his mother meets with the Council of Elders–our parliament, essentially. Elders are voted in by the Alphas of the large territories, like the Roguelands, Tarsian, the Deadlands, and even Emberfyll, acting as liaisons for the Alpha Kings and lesser Alphas of those massive kingdoms while my grandmother rules over all of them. Those elders live here in Moonrise now, ensuring our king and queen continue to have their kingdoms' best interests in mind.