Novel & Cerita Skyrim Black Book The Winds Of Change

Selka Dreadmoor hurries up to greet my face the second my paws step through the front logs of the Blackwynd Moon Dominion den. "What is wrong with the pack, Selka?" my heart skips a nervous beat at the anxious look on her furry face. "Lord Vickon Blackwynd is feeling very upset inside his inner beast right now..." Selka Dreadmoor says in a super low whisper to my ears. "Just a short moon ago, Lord Blackwynd asked our snouts where your fur had gone, and ever since your boots left the borders, his wolf has been completely out of sorts up in his den chamber, and his tongue hasn't touched his lunar healing medicine pack at all."

I punched three more times before it broke through. “There it is.” My eyes darkened with satisfaction. I grabbed the panel and slid it open. Inside were only two books. An ancient-looking tome, and a thick grimoire. I picked both up and quickly unlatched them before flipping through the pages with growing anticipation. Unlike the others, none of the pages were torn. I heaved a sigh of relief while a faint smile tugged at my lips. “Now, let’s see what you are,” I whispered. I scanned the titles carefully. The grimoire was titled Makisteia. The tome beneath it was Malkara Lyk — Vael Sorcery and Curse of the Wolves respectively.

🖤The wind changes before dawn. It carries the scent of iron, dust, and broken vows — the kind that still bleed long after they’re sworn. The ground trembles beneath the weight of marching paws and armored feet; the air hums with breath and dread. Across the plain, heat ripples over the fields. Banners flash gold and crimson in the sun, wolves in half-form moving like a living tide. The horizon blurs with smoke and movement — a line of men and beasts and choices waiting to collide.

I lowered my eyes, saying nothing. The Jonah I knew was long dead. The person alive was his brother, Noah. Yet, for some reason, I still felt a suffocating weight lodged in my chest. Andy seemed to have noticed my sadness. "Don't worry. Things won't end well for him. Parading around as a Captain of the army, even trafficking women and children. He would be stripped of his rank soon enough. "He took over his brother's identity not only because he had thoughts about his sister-in-law, but also because he couldn't bear to part with the money his brother got every month.

Instead, he was neck and neck with the other party and fought fiercely. The black wind’s attack was not smooth, and then it was wrapped and pulled. For a moment, the black wind was caught in a dilemma, unable to advance or retreat. "Break for me!" The old man roared angrily. In the next second, he became even more ferocious. For a moment, the black wind did not look like a black wind at all, but more like a golden-red cloud. However, it was rapidly shrinking. The monster roared furiously. At the same time, there was a trace of panic in its eyes.

The runes ignited, one by one, in violet fire. The air thickened. Wind howled. The soil trembled beneath their feet. And then—the altar cracked open. A blinding surge of light shot upward, tearing through the mist. The ground split, and a small obsidian chest rose from within, glowing faintly red. Inside lay a single black-bound book wrapped in silver chains—the Book of the Damned. Kael stepped forward slowly. “After all this time…” He reached toward it— —and the forest screamed. A flare of silver light cut through the trees as figures emerged from the mist—The Order. Dozens of cloaked hunters, blades drawn, crossbows gleaming with runes.

They had fallen under the manipulation of the green light, which connected them to Ulricus and became one. The black clouds were gathering thicker and thicker above the void. After a while, the sky above the Windless Peak turned into night. “The Torment Manuscript has been released to this world!” Ulricus raised his head and roared. His long hair danced along with the wind, and the wind was fierce all around. The four books flew out of his body and flew all the way to the black clouds above his head. Rumble! The black cloud in the sky appeared to be slashed open by a sword with a loud noise. Several cracks appeared in the void, and a pure black book flew out from the crack and gathered with

> [You have received the following:] Skill Book: Shadow Clone Blacksmith Subclass(Permanent) 10 sp Instructor Bladesmith Affinity - Intimate Looking over the rewards, he noticed that unlike Old Wolf's Skill Book, this one wasn't random. He also noticed that it seemed familiar. He took out the book from his inventory and opened it, which prompt it to turn into a white light that entered his body. [Skill Learned...] Skill: Shadow Clone Skill Level: 1/5 Rank: A (S at max)

I rounded a corner, turned left down a tighter row, and— Stopped. There, nestled between two massive grimoires, was a book that didn’t belong. It was smaller, wrapped in black hide, no title. A circular crest gleamed faintly on the cover, a silver wolf’s head bisected by a black sword, the same we saw in the tunnel the other day. I knew that crest, its Blackwood sigil. My lungs tightened. My hand moved before my brain could catch up. I pulled the book free. Dust billowed, I coughed hard.. My heart beat faster.