Skyrim Blades Followers Novels & Stories

It had Ares bristling and his own skin crawling but something was telling him to trust Chloe to see them through. “Are you sure about this, cuz?” Alvaro asked in a quiet voice as his large form appeared beside Lucas. “They could run.” “They will run.” Lucas echoed the words Chloe had said to him only minutes ago. “When they do, we will follow but nobody is to make any attempt to stop them. Make sure everyone is prepared. I want werewolves only. Everyone else is to hang back.”

One time, he raised a plan of burning the forest along with the dead in it, yet met great resistance from Marcus and other senior officers; the wrath of nature must not be taken lightly, they reasoned. “Go report to the king of what is happening here, lad.” Said a man approaching from behind. The man had a long scar on his closed right eye, and a mustache reaching both his pale cheeks. He clapped Norman’s shoulder then sat steadily on a wooden log right in front of Norman, saying, “I’ll hold the undead here while you must bring reinforcements from the capital.” “I never knew a duke can be ordered by a man lower than him.” Norman joked, having no malice in his words. He took off his helm and

As they departed to join their pack gathering, Alex pulled me closer. "Do you ever regret your choice?" he asked, a rare moment of vulnerability in his voice. I reached up to trace the scar near his eye—a permanent reminder of the ritual that restored his sight. "The Moon Goddess guides us to where we belong," I replied, feeling our bond pulse strongly between us. "Even when the path seems twisted, it leads true." In the distance, our daughter's laughter mingled with the other pups', a sound of pure joy untainted by the complications of adult bonds.

He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls. There were still several groups of men fighting, but they looked well in hand. To his relief, he saw no Skölls lying with the fallen at first glance. A large man covered in gore approached him warily. His lips curled up from his teeth in warning until the man spoke. "Is that you, Brandur?"

I jumped up and I looked like a child who was given a candy because of ecstasy. I was in the middle of my fun when I realized I was the only one celebrating like a fool here. I hesitate to smile at them. They just stared at me seriously and then went back to examining the celestial weapon they had obtained. Raid analyzes a blue sword with double blades. A lion's head is engraved on its handle. “Raid, that’s the Blade of Pride. It brings victory to its user,” Archmaster revealed to the man.

At that point, Victor shook his head slightly, and Andrius instantly had a bad feeling. “I happen to have a formation similar to the Thunderforge Armor and can protect against divine lightning. Thus, I choose the Azure Lotus Blade!” At those words, Victor’s eyes sparkled. “I’ve always had an affinity for swords and have long since admired the Azure Lotus Immortal. The Azure Immortal Blade and technique are a perfect match for me.” The members of Dark Star were instantly overjoyed. The Soul Renewal Fruit was finally theirs! “Thank you, Lord Mercer!” Morgan stepped forward and completed the trade with Victor.

Dragana POV Alpha King Jonathan and Roman exchanged a knowing, understanding glance, which told me there was more to the story of Blessed Blade. “Well... umm... errr.... we happen to have two here, in the pack in fact.. I mean...”, Alpha King Jonathan replied, looking uncomfortable with the whole discussion. “The swords that used to belong to our ancestors, the swords my father cherished and used in the battles in the past... . It is said they were blessed by the Goddess herself, when she granted us the power to become Kings. Or so the legend goes”, he clarified. “There is, however, a catch to it”, he shifted on his feet anxiously, not looking me in the eye. “Only the Spieta line can wield t

"It seems that I'll have to use all I have this time." The sword light flashed, and besides holding onto the Dual Blades of Fire and Ice, Omar was biting onto his third sword, the Blade of Wind. As soon as the Blade of Wind appeared, Omar's entire momentum also changed. The air in their surroundings sounded as if sharp blades had slashed it, and it was frightening.

“No, my King. In an attack, maybe one or two. Because the rogues themselves were wolves, and unlike Lycans, they wouldn’t have been able to hold the silver blade in their hands. Those who have the blades normally don’t shift, and they come out last on the battlefield to surprise us. Essentially, to stab us while we’re focusing on the shifted rogues.” Xandar stiffened again at the word ‘stab’. Lucianne continued to stroke his shoulder from his side to calm him down. Xandar pondered before he took a good look at the alliance and asked in concern, “How many of you here have been stabbed by the blade before, if I may ask?”

“Lara… Magnus… listen to me. The only way to kill Rider Storm… is with your blood combined… poured into a lethal blade.” I nodded, my throat tight. “We’ll do it, father. We’ll end this.” With a final, trembling breath, Skyrim placed his hand on Lara’s forehead, a faint glow emanating from his touch. “Take my strength… my daughter. Use it well.” And then he was gone. Lara’s sobs cut through the night, but she steeled herself, turning to me with a fierce determination in her eyes. “Let’s finish this.” We moved as one, driven by grief and resolve. With a swift cut, we drew blood from our palms, letting it mix with the blade of Skyrim's enchanted dagger. The blade glowed with a lethal light, cha