Skyrim Blaise Novels & Stories

Instinct curled her into a protective ball as she dragged in desperate, ragged breaths. Alive. Disbelief warred with a strange, bitter disappointment. “There, there,” Blaise murmured, helping her sit up. Her legs felt unsteady, but the black spots in her vision were receding. “Thanks… I think,” she rasped. “Didn’t realize you cared that much about the concept of fated mates when your own brother clearly doesn’t.” A flicker of surprise crossed his face and vanished. “Don’t thank me,” Blaise said. “What I require isn’t simple gratitude.”

Bliss Three days later, I was finally cleared for light activity, and I made my way to the detention cells where Liam was being held. He was mortal now—just a man, without the nine harvested souls powering him, without Lycaon's backing. The cells held him securely, silver-lined and warded against escape. When he saw me, something flickered in his eyes—not recognition exactly, but acknowledgment of the woman who had destroyed him. "Bliss," he said, his voice rough. "Come to gloat?"

"they seem to have a witch and a very strong one at that with them" "I doubt this is true, check it again." Zephyr said. "Why do you say so Alpha?" Lucien asked. "I made sure to kill all of them. That's except him" he pointed at Gwydion. "How are you sure it's a rogue?" An elder spoke up, changing the topic. "I could smell their scent even though the rogue tried to mask it" "What do they want with Diablerie?" Lucian pondered. "I don't care. All I know is that there's going to be blood!" Zephyr took a stride towards the door.

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.

“You and Mabes have nothing to do with each other now. Who are you to say that?” Hugh directly drove Blair away. “Master Blair, it’s getting late. Please.” Blair did not say anything and went downstairs. Amos had been waiting for a long time in the living room downstairs. After getting into the car, Amos handed Blair a tablet. “This is the pathway to the source of the Ice Jade Flower provided by Salomon’s second in charge. The item went through two people before it reached them.” Amos paused for a while before he continued, “This is Isaac from Athon.”

she replied, playfully rolling her eyes as she climbed into the truck. Damon closed the door behind her and quickly walked around to the driver's side. As he slid into his seat, he glanced over at her, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "Seriously, though, are you okay? You seemed a bit off yesterday." Her presence beside him filled the truck with a warmth he hadn't felt in a long time. He couldn't help but feel a protective instinct towards her, mixed with a burning desire to unravel the mystery she presented. Aqua's silver hair shimmered in the morning light, and her ember-like eyes held a depth that drew him in.

She shook her head in response to Blade’s questioning stare and tightened her lips to show how much she disapproved of it. I was left confused as to why Blade was requiring the old lady’s permission to reveal whatever was bothering him to me. I placed my other hand on our intertwined hands. “Please tell me, I am tired of being left in the dark. You just asked me to trust you and I do, why can’t you trust me?” His eyes met mine again and he leaned down to kiss my palm. “I trust you.” “Then tell me.” The old lady was seething inwards but Blade ignored her. “I have a condition.” He began. “I… I am somehow cursed.”

you take care of him" She replied annoyed and snatched her flute from her hands before walking away. Maya rubbed her face exhausted. "Why are you doing this, Damon?... Mira is not made for you!" Damon smirked when Dil crossed the leading horses. "That's my girl... You are made for me, just like your owner... Fiery and strong!" "His elbow is bleeding!" Durga said in panic. "Is this race more important than his life?" "You don't know, babe!"

Alexander, laying on his stomach, lifts his head and scuffs his nose. "Why don't you call out to him? He's bound to be here somewhere! Or the rest of the wolves that were with him as well." Xander suggests. "Someone out here? Who are you?" Blake turns on his heel and glances every inch reachable by sight. A small stir out in the far startles him. Grasping his dagger from behind his jeans he dreads the fact to have to fight anyone. He is tired, worried about Selene, and blood thirsty for Damian's head. The last he wants is to be surprised by someone who dares to cross him at this moment.

I lifted my arm to stop Morgan from rushing forward. “Lata frám,” I commanded him and Slade and Rafael slid down the wall to catch their breaths. “What are you?” he asked me with a frown. “I’m the Alpha King,” Blaise said through me and stepped forward as he took a step backwards. “Impossible,” he whispered. “Tell me what I want to know, witch,” Blaise said to the man. “I don’t know anything!” He said his voice filled with fear. “Ganga undi,” I said as my flames burned brighter and I pushed past his walls and entered his mind.