Imperial Names Elder Scrolls Novels & Stories

And with that, the final elder lowered himself onto his seat, leaving Dante standing alone at the center of the courtyard, the weight of his bloodline hanging heavy in the stunned silence. The words seemed to roll through the air like a slow, inevitable wave. "His true name," the elder finished, "is Dante Castielle Vanslord." The moment the name hit the crowd, everything changed. Gasps. Shouts. Warriors dropping to their knees. Even Alpha Warren shoved his stunned son to the ground with a brutal kick, forcing Jayden into a bow. Dante… Vanslord. The Alpha King. The shackles on Dante's wrists snapped apart like paper under his touch.

I stated, my voice sting and confident, not quite as I anticipated. Simon nodded his head. “Another has awakened,” I whispered to myself. We were getting closer. “Another what,” Draya asked. “An imperial,” an elderly voice said and an old man appeared leaning against a cane as he moved. “Pa, sit,” Draya said jumping to her feet. The man sat and bowed his head in my direction. “It is an honor,” he said. “She’s an imperial,” Draya said with disgust. Simon's face lit up. “I knew it,” he said.

"There are plenty of them, so be more specific." ’’You know who I am talking about, the one with all the swagger. Drool worthy, panty dropper.’’ ’’I- I really can’t picture who you are talking about. All the Alphas, their Betas and Deltas are hot. Even the one Gore visited since yesterday, though he seemed… a bit… barbaric.’’ Johan groaned. ‘’How did I forget his name? Oreo or something like that. I forgot his name, and the pack he oversees. But I’m pretty sure his name is Oreo, or maybe Hershey"

"So you can see how excited we were to hear of your return, Brandur. I knew I had to find a way to speak with you." "I think you have placed too much faith in my name," Brand told the man. "And why do you believe I am who I say I am when no one else does?" Bjorn gave him a slight smile. "The elders speak of your exploits in battle to this day. You are just as they described you, Brandur the Destroyer. I do not pretend to understand how you are here, but we have to believe the gods have taken pity and brought you to us."

His eyes cut to me briefly, cold, and my stomach sank. “I’m Elder Malik. I oversee finances, Trade and Supplies.” “I’m Elder Damor,” another leaned forward. “I’m involved with History and Records.” “I’m Elder Rovas. I oversee the training of the Kingdom soldiers.” “ I’m Elder Yule. I handle Diplomacy with neighboring packs.” “I’m Elder Berran. I deal with Agriculture and territory resources.” “I’m Elder Rowan,” a calmer voice added. “I oversee Spiritual matters. The bond between wolves and moon.”

How did I get here? “The first path to destruction, Young lady is paying no heed to an Elder's warning.” I paused, cold sweat trailing down my spine as I peered at the man before me. “W-Who are you?” I asked, my voice trembling. The old man laughed like I had asked the most stupidest question. “In the books of ages, they call me the fire of the four kingdoms. The one who had seen the beginning of time.” He said. “But in the new age,” He continued. “They call me Elder Lan.”

The resemblance intrigued Arda, though Sue’s snotty attitude and polished appearance made her seem slightly older and far more condescending. As Gillow introduced each person, they shook Arda’s hand. The final introduction was an elderly man with a long beard and a wise demeanor. Gillow called him the Salutary, but the others referred to him simply as Elder. He was a herbal werewolf vampire and the healer of the pack. Gillow added that Elder was not just full of wisdom but practically a father to them all. Once introductions were complete, the group took their seats, leaving Arda standing beside Gillow.

Kirou looked around as soon as his vision returned to him. He was currently near the center of a rural village. Though it has been at least a full week since Immortal Era was launched, you could still find quite a few people moving around the village. As Kirou was surveying his surroundings, a Lycan reminiscent of an old man approached him. "Hello and welcome to Elderwood Village, young one. I see that you are new here. I am called Old Wolf." The old man now identified as Old Wolf gave Kirou a polite greeting.

He had felt neutral before he closely observed David, but when scrutinized the latter, he was shocked. He could not see through this guy in front of him. It was as if there was a layer of fog wrapped tightly around David’s body, preventing him from revealing anything. The old man was a powerful Eternal Realm mid-Sovereign Ranker, but he could not see through a young man. This kid was not simple! “I was too careless. My name is Elmer Whitlock. What is your name, son?” The old man asked. “Old Master Whitlock, you are too modest. My name is David Lidell!” David replied.

The trench coat had to have been specially made given his enormous build. “Elder Sand,” the man seemed quite pleased to see Elder Sand. He walked over to the Elder and lightly bumped his heel against the Elder’s foot in greeting. “Elder Black,” Elder Sand nodded his head at the large Elder and responded to his greeting with a jovial tone. Just like Elder Sand, Elder Black’s name was a pseudonym. Every Elder gave up their name once they assumed their position, allowing them to still go about their normal business during the daytime. Elder Black had been given a name based on his color, for he was the only black Undead among the Elders.