Skyrim Blades Followers Novels & Stories

Just then, an old lady and a boy who looked to be 17 walked up to them. “Who dares trespass on the Wind Communities territory?” asked the lady, who was now fixing her long brown robe. Sekora stepped up to the lady and started to speak “We’re sorry, but my friends and I are looking for something. “Who might you be?” asked the lady pointing to Sekora. “I am the new Sword Keeper.” Said Sekora pointing to herself with a smile. “You, the Sword Keeper, humph.” Said the lady with a disgusted look on her face.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

Seconds ticked by while they all sat in silence, until Boro sighed finally. "Well my lord, we just so happened to be traveling westward seeking a man white a white blade." He pointed to the gold pin attached to the collar of his coat before continuing. "I am seeking a Blade Master to finish my training, Olivar here is also seeking acknowledgement of his skill and furtherance of his training as well." "And what of the others you brought with you?" "They are Olivar's personal guard, he is a noble from one of the families in Helfa, my Lord."

I let out a breath I had not realized I was holding. But if he was not here for that, what did he come here for? “I want you to get a blade for me” he continued, overlooking the balcony and the stables below from a distance with his eyes. When I still remained silent, he carried on “the vendor must not know you’re from the castle or have any connections with us. All you’re permitted to say is that you need an enchanted blade for protection. There’s a chance he would bring out the specific blade I seek with the rest of his collection. You would purchase the blade and return to the castle. If the blade is not among the pile he displays to you, press further and if he does not give in, purchase

With them and my sister, no one can defeat the trio unbeatable but I wish they weren't that over-protective of us. I remembered that one time, Faine and I went to a nightclub with a couple of friends just to have fun, we were dancing on the platform where many people joined us and had fun like us. Yelling and singing like idiots, also alcohols but who snitched on us and told our siblings that we were at a nightclub? I'm still searching for the guilty because of them we were dragged out by two fucking big ass warriors. It's been 5 years since we didn't see them, they are the knights of the Rosla. Akito is the Captain of White Knights, he's like the second commander of the army and Kai is the

’ I added, making her blush. Just then, my phone rang and I pulled it out, frowning down at the number. Janaina… Giving the group a nod and Kiara a tap on the ass, I walked towards the front garden, not wanting anyone to hear the conversation. "Yeah? What’s up?" "I wanted to let you know that I have created the blade. The question is, have you chosen someone to wield it? Remember there is only one chance." She said quietly, I glanced back towards the open front door at Chris and Liam, seeing Liam’s sharp eyes watching me.

I closed my eyes, experimentally tugging at that power. I saw: shadows at the forest's edge, Seraphine's scouts slinking through. Their scent is like rot and wildfire. Five miles out, heading south. Opening my eyes, all stared. "They're coming," I said. "Five scouts. Carrying Eclipse Blades. We intercept now." Chaos erupted. Marcus directed warriors; Rachel distributed weapons. Kael gripped my arm. "You sure you should join? Your body's not recovered." "I have to." I clasped his hand. "The Tear chose me."

“Forging weapons? Rogues have always stolen scraps, nothing more. What proof do you have?” Lucas spoke before I could. “Because I saw it. Blades coated with wolfsbane, armor lined with it too. They’re preparing for war, not raids.” The room rumbled with mutters, some wolves shaking their heads. Another Alpha, Selene of Nightvale, narrowed her eyes at me. “And this ‘leader’ you claim they follow. A red-eyed Alpha, how can you be sure? Have you even seen him?” My jaw tightened. I didn’t want to say it but if they were going to understand the scale of what we faced, I had no choice.

Elyria offered the weapon. "...is the First Blade." Ariana accepted it carefully. The moment her fingers closed around the hilt, countless memories rushed through her mind. Battles, coronations, sacrifices, vctories, defeats. Generations of rulers wielding the same blade. Tears gathered in her eyes. "I can feel them." "They have accepted you." The blade burst into brilliant silver light. At the same instant... A deafening crack echoed from outside the Temple. Elyria's smile disappeared.

"I don't know what you're talking about. That blade is Alora's-" "Sister's? Aye, I know. I would recognize this athame anywhere," I can't help but run my hand over the hilt and blade. It has all the trademarks of Cynbel's work... peer closely into the blade and find her initials carved into it, ever so small. "You should have come to me." She doesn't say anything, even when I turn my scrutinizing gaze onto her. She's a fiercely loyal Wolf. I suspect that she won't ever tell me that it was Alora's idea to sneak into Lara's bedroom and steal this ritual knife back.