Skyrim Black Book: Waking Dreams Novels & Stories

“She says she’ll learn… but we only have four days! Lydia, if the ritual fails, the entire clan will lose its Warding!” I took a sip of my “wine.” “That does sound serious.” “So, will you come back and help?” Marcus pleaded. “Even just to guide Josie…” “Give me the phone.” A sharp female voice snatched the phone. Josie. “Lydia, don’t listen to Marcus’s rambling,” she snapped. “I’ve been studying for three days. The Blood Moon Awakening isn’t that complicated. It’s just chanting a few spells and spilling some blood, right?”

I stared at my reflection: dark hair tangled, silver-gray eyes tired, slender body marked by faint old bruises. My birthday was approaching fast. I was turning eighteen. The age when many wolves fully awakened their stronger forms. I wondered if mine would even come or if I would stay this broken version forever. I closed my eyes, exhaustion pulling me under. The dream came suddenly, like a door cracking open in my mind. Starlight poured across an endless night sky, ancient and glowing with silver fire. Forgotten whispers echoed around me, soft at first, then growing louder. “Heir of the lost line... the Oracle awakens...”

Nobody breathed. Because that voice didn’t feel like the Dreamer’s. It didn’t feel like the Witness’s. It didn’t feel like anything that belonged to reality. 💀 ⸻ It felt… Outside. ⸻ 🌙 The Name Appears The black book trembled violently. 📖🖤 The glowing page continued writing itself. Slowly. Letter by letter. ⸻ AUTHOR ⸻ The final symbol appeared. ⚡ ⸻ Then every light inside the library died.

And soon… She would come home. ⸻ That evening, as darkness settled over Blackridge, Ivy lay awake staring at the ceiling. Sleep refused to come. Every time she closed her eyes… She heard whispers. Not frightening. Not threatening. Calling. A woman’s gentle voice. “Come home…” A man’s steady voice. “We’re waiting…” Then another voice. Ancient. Powerful. Filled with endless love. “Rise, my White One.” A brilliant silver wolf appeared in her dream, larger than mountains, her fur glowing beneath an endless moonlit sky.

I just lay there, shivering, watching the flames. Sure, he was a monster, but he was my monster. Eventually, exhaustion claimed me. I drifted into sleep, a restless, dark place filled with the smell of smoke and silver blood. I dreamt. I was standing on a mountaintop under a black sky. A massive silver wolf, shimmering with an unearthly light, stood before me. It wasn't the natural grey of a regular wolf; it was molten silver, scars marring its flank, its eyes glowing white. It threw its head back and let out a long, desperate howl that was undeniably my name.

The wolf stepped closer, its voice softer this time. “Be careful with what you hold. The book… it is not what it seems. It will not reveal its truth until the time is right. But remember, danger will always follow knowledge. Do not trust easily, not even those who stand closest to you.” And then the dream broke. I woke up with a gasp, sitting up in my bed. Sweat clung to my forehead, and my breathing was uneven. The dormitory looked the same, quiet and still, but the weight in my chest remained.

***CONTENT TRIGGER WARNING*** please be aware that the following content may be seen as triggering to some, however this is fiction and the actions/situations described are in no way condoned by the author. I'm dreaming of a young man, excited to be starting his first day at a training camp, he makes friends and studies hard, but he is lonely. I try to reach out to him, but I can't move, I’m pinned in place and it's getting hot. I try to call out to the young man for help, but I can't make any sound. Something is blocking me from calling out, and I'm now struggling to breath.

We stop there and Lana pulls me to sit on the grassy ground. “What have you found? That book, it is like one of those old magic books long ago. I can’t believe it still exists.” Lana said as I look at the book that I place on my lap. “I don’t know what I have found but it is the only one I saw as a way to find out if the black goddess is captured, if my dream is a bad omen or just a mere dream messy my mind.” I said as I rub my hand into the cover of the book and take a deep breath.

The moment they stepped out of my view, I took a deep breath then I stepped inside the Mansion as well. I lifted my head up and stared at the both of them stepping into Lady Blackstorm's territory. ‘I wonder what Lady Blackstorm needs them for.’ I asked myself. I continued my adventure to Thalia's room, I locked up the doors to avoid anyone barging in on me. I brought out a book from under her bed then I sat on the bed. I wanted to continue reading about the Destiny Charts by Orin Darkhowl in his book Midnight Howls. CHAPTER SIX - Destiny Charts II

Countless shelves lined with weathered books and scrolls stretched into the distance, promising untold secrets and forgotten wisdom. They made their way through the labyrinthine aisles, their eyes scanning the titles and searching for any mention of Lycans or black magic. Dust danced in the rays of sunlight that filtered through stained glass windows, lending an ethereal quality to their journey. Finally, they discovered a section dedicated to ancient legends and forbidden knowledge. The books here were wrapped in worn leather, their pages delicate and yellowed with age. Rey's fingers traced the spines until they settled upon a tome titled "The Chronicles of Shadows: Unveiling the Secrets of