Lake Honrich Skyrim Novels & Stories

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

“Not that I want to reject your kindness, but I know nothing in this world comes for free.” Instead of denying it, the man nodded and smiled faintly. “It doesn’t.” He made me wonder what he truly wanted from me. Orion’s words lingered in my mind. “It doesn’t.” That answer was too honest, almost as if he intentionally hinted at something behind his kindness. I didn’t know what he was hiding, but I had little choice but to trust him—for now. When we finally arrived in New York City and entered a residential area lined with large houses surrounded by ancient trees, my curiosity grew even stronger. “So, this is your house?” I asked softly, staring at the towering Victorian-style house before me.

They were hesitant, but slowly moved to let me take a look at her. Her lips were cracked but her hair was still neat. Her clothes had stains of Blood. It was a horrifying sight. And I suddenly broke down, not caring the pack members are looking at me. "Annabel...ANNABEL!" I cried. The 6 pack members shifted to their wolves and bowed to their Luna. I knew. I knew they needed to howl. "No. Don't. Stop! Don't!" I said in a hurry. They stopped in their tracks. They need to know Diana. They need to know Luna is dead. They mind-linked.

“She’s got answers, Lena. But I’m watching her.” Lirien lowers her blade, her voice steady. “The city’s a First Ones’ sanctuary, Convergence, hidden in a radiant vale. I found a shrine with its lore—before Seris cast me out for questioning purity.” She pulls a crystal fragment from her cloak, its runes glowing, a piece of the city’s heart. “This points the way.”

This was their haven and if Nimue said it was safe, then who were they to fear? A small smile formed on his excited lips despite the budding questions that continued to fill his mind. What had happened to make him arrive at the lake? Surely this was no accident nor a coincident right? Staring at the untainted water Skye tried to see if the sword could be visible, only to his dismay it remained concealed thanks to Nimue’s influence leaving Skye a bit disappointed. After eating the last of the sandwich in an absentminded manner, Skye turned to look at Anberine before to freezing from seeing her smiling.

Lynx trails back to Leis last words. "The light of the first moon will lead you to it. The chorus of the song that will wake her up in a dream. Fragments of fragments will show. Her powers can destroy or restore. Wicked is the heart that love and weaker is the love that steals. Who owns the priestess that no one can steal?" "Aeriol!" Lynx called out "We need to seal the flower" he said and jumps out from the window followed by Nathaniel and Aeriol. As dark disfigured shadows starts to crawl their way up on the fence.

“Since when did I ever claim to be a hero?” Fenrir snorted in my head, but his voice had steadier undertones. The plan stood. Hollow Oak — east of the river, a ruined furnace marked by a sigil that tasted of old bargains. The shard hummed in its lead box, a captive thing that might sing for freedom at any moment.

Lucien listened to me, nodding in agreement. My mate is the prophesized white dragon. The champion of the nightcrawlers. There’s no mistaking it. That is why she has those purple eyes. It’s a sign of royalty and she comes from the dragon shifters bloodline. The white hair signals the color of her dragon, and she doesn’t realize this but her every time she releases her aura I break off a sweat. “But what about the nightcrawlers? This still doesn’t make any sense…” Jared muttered, cinching his eyebrows.

He assured her. Hunter roared the engine to life as Draken's men cleared the road—Draken's car along with three Fortuners were right behind Hunter's car. They reached the North Pack safely. Aurora was sick and it was related to her being a hybrid. She often goes through this pain but this time it wasn't that severe thanks to her wolf. Hunter stayed there with Aurora for a while but he couldn't bring his mind to rest. "You should get yourself treated," Draken said, noticing blood on Hunter's back. Hunter shook his head. Getting himself treated was the last thing on his mind.

Arabelle cried out as she entered the tent, “Please check Leonor’s grave, Rhys always spends her time there before she gets home. Maybe you will find her there.” I gave Harith a glance; he only nodded as I did the same. While Harith gave the army some instructions, I watched Fish being illuminated by red light, and turn into a dragon. I climbed up and took a glimpse towards Harith’s location only to see him prepared. We then headed to our way, to where it all started.