Lord Stone Skyrim Novels & Stories

The sky-cycle’s twin engines roared beneath them as Vera and Lucien raced from the smoldering ruins of Skyforge Citadel. Dawn’s first pale light bled through lingering smoke, but the halo of the Blood Moon still glowed crimson on the horizon. Lucien guided the cycle down the battered stone ramp, his talons of metal and bone gripping the throttle’s edge. Vera leaned forward, clutching the obsidian fang at her waist, dream-silk thread still twined around her throat scar.

The sky splits open. And a h owl rises from the Rogue Lands. Long and deep and hungry. Lyra turns. Look toward the forest. Her wolf howls inside her. He's coming. Darius is coming. She looks at Kael. At Mira. At Soren. At Ronan. The pack gathered around her. "Get ready," she says. "It's starting." The war has begun

Torin looked down at me, his expression softening just a fraction. "We are the Vanguard, Jace. We were born on this volcano. We will not let it erupt." "I have to drop the Anchor," I said, struggling to push myself up from the cot. My arms buckled instantly, refusing to bear my own weight. "No, you don't," Cord said, placing a heavy hand on my chest and gently pushing me back down. The old master held up the black sphere of Starved Iron. "This isn't an anchor for human empathy, boy. This is the keystone for the wolves. You built the bridges for the humans. You taught them how to stand. But this mountain? This mountain belongs to the pack."

He opened it, revealing a necklace made of pure silver, shaped like a lightning bolt, but set with a stone that looked like a piece of the night sky captured in crystal. "From Stormwind," Rydar said, looking at Lucien and Aurelia. "This is the Heart of the Storm. It is a sacred relic of my people. It protects against dark magic and bad weather." He placed the necklace carefully in the crib, right beside Lunara’s hand. "May you always have the strength of the storm behind you, Princess Lunara. And know that to the North, you have a second home. You have an Uncle who will always answer your call."

The clouds tore open above the ridgeline, revealing a fractured sky streaked with violet and steel-gray. Aria stood at the edge of the plateau, her cloak snapping in the wind as she stared down into the vast, broken expanse below—Stormreach, a land untouched by time and legend alike. Below, jagged peaks jutted out from the earth like the ribs of an ancient beast. Thunder murmured from the depths, and the air shimmered with wild magic—uncontrolled, unpredictable, alive.

Gloria’s POV From the edge of the collapsing forest, Gloria watched him break. Watched the dragon boy scream himself hoarse against a sky that had already decided its victor. And she smiled. Because she knew the truth. Sierra wasn’t gone. Not yet. She had been claimed. The air split once more, fire opening like a curtain, and Gloria sank to her knees as the figure emerged fully. Vorath Kane. Dragon King. Ruler of ruin. Father of shadows. His wings unfurled behind him, dripping darkness like rivers. His eyes, molten gold, burned holes into the night. The very ground shook under his presence.

rumbled Obsidian Sigil, voice like a distant storm. "I know,” Liora said softly. She remembered well the first night she saw him, the night she had killed her father and saw the head of the wolf dragon that had come out of the wall after the mark on her shoulder had shown. She had been a little scared when she saw the dragon and thought that the dragon was about to fight her but when it bowed instead and called her master, Liora knew this was hers. Even since then, they spoke through their linked minds.

"Get a small team of your fastest people together. We need to find those girls before it's too late." --- The cloud cover had been blown away by the wintry winds exposing the inky black night skies. Stars were scattered through blackness, Sparkling like diamonds on a bed of black velvet. But it was the moon that dominated the sky, her silvery light bathing the frozen wilderness until it looked like a black and white photo was as beautiful as it was haunting.

If Jayson was waiting for the right time to make his perfect return, now would be the time to actually do that. Jonah had begged me more than once to help him. He had asked me to integrate Moon Shadow into Darkness, but I was already dealing with my own issues without adding those of Moon Shadow to the pile as well. "We're almost there," I told Blake as we turned another corner and I spotted what it was I had been looking out for. The cemetery which held my parents and Kyros.

He walked towards me, grabs me by the arm and hugged me tightly. “Destiny, please come back” I heard him crying. “Hikaru…” I returned his hug and rest my head on his shoulder. As he wipes his tears from his face, he apologizes. He sat down again, his head was looking at the ground. “You’ve inherited Destiny’s sword, might as well have her throne.” “NO” I shortly replied, he looked at me. “And never ever!” an angry voice was heard. Hikaru stood up in surprise, I was still holding the sword. On the staircase stands, Aiomi.