Skyrim Blaise Novels & Stories

"He's a friend of ours. A Healing Kryst. But I doubt that's his real ability." ~O~O~O~ "Blaise," a voice snapped him from his thoughts. He glanced at his side and saw Barbie looking at him with a raised eyebrow. He looked back at the road in front of them. They were currently walking in the bridge that separates Galenus and Pleis, another province in Vestia that leads to the Dark Forest of Krystalline Palace and Deirdre. Blaise doesn't want to enter the palace while Barbie, for some reason, just wanted to tag along.

She shifted her gaze to the approaching Aqrabuamelus. "Fin, now!" Fraise shouted, and Fin pulled Blaze away from the enemies. Blaze felt helpless, understanding that convincing Fin to return to Fraise was futile. All she could do was hope that Selene would succeed in her magic. Determined, Blaze continued through the underground passage toward the castle, setting her focus on obtaining the plant and returning to save her comrade. Despite the daunting challenges, she couldn't afford to feel discouraged. The fate of their mission and lives depended on their success.

WANTED ALIVE Name: Blue Iris Clayton Age: 24 years old Hair color: Natural blonde Eye color: Blue Height: 163 cm Body type: Slender OFFENSE: Stealing West Colony’s property REWARD: Ten cartons of goods. Protection and be a citizen of West Colony. CONTACT US IMMEDIATELY “Fuck!” Dread bolted through me. “Have you seen that woman?” I stiffened and my hand tightened the hold on the poster. “Excuse me?” I eyed the man beside me. He had thick dark blond hair. Shorter than me in a few inches, but had a few pounds and had deep brown eyes, and there was something in those orbs that gave me unsettling chills. He was wearing a clean shirt for someone who came to trade.

"I have and I will keep my promise, or at least try. The pint-sized, ball-of-nothing female attacked me with a sword at the claiming ceremony." Bastian, still in dragon form, rears his head back and blows fire with his laughter. I can't help myself, wimp that I've become in the last few minutes. I wait until his laughter subsides before saying, "Am I truly forgiven, Bastian?" His goliath head nods once. "Yes, my friend. I will invite Sarn and Tahr over for cards and they will forgive you too." Now I feel apprehension. "I don't trust Sarn."

He mutters angrily while caressing Sook-Ja's cheeks lovingly. ~ The sun rises in Busan, bathing the streets in bright light and casting shadows across the street and building. The sound of birds singing fills the air. Jung-Ho is still not feeling sleepy as he was with Sook-Ja the whole Night. But when his cell suddenly vibrates indicating a message, he slowly wakes up. He grabs his phone and opens the message. [Sir, we did our job.]

"So we should see how fast you can get there." Maybe we'll get to actually enjoy ourselves this time, Sethlzaar thought as he lay eyes open in the dark room. Narvi turned in his bed, drawing his attention as the outing had him wondering how well Soartin was going to be. The brother seemed to have gotten over the loss of Canabi, but Sethlzaar feared he might prove better at disguising his emotions amongst all of them. "I'm going to get me a nice new blade," Tamael announced at breakfast while they ate.

Then her face cleared and she smiled. "Well, he just sounds like a lovely fella. I'm sure that we'll have tons of fun together." she chuckled and I joined her. The others didn't seem as amused with us and most of them glared at us. "This isn't a joke. Blaise isn't someone to mess with. He's deadly and unstable." Blade warned. "How wonderful that he's moving in, then." I replied and stood up. I helped Willa to her feet and turned to look at the others.

A holographic map of the island bloomed from the floor. "Your first challenge: The Sanguine Ascent," Franco announced, his eyes catching mine through the blue light of the hologram. "Tomorrow at dawn, you climb the Obsidian Ridge. The summit holds a beacon. To claim it is to win the first Sovereignty Credit. But you will wear bio – metric haptic bands. They will broadcast your heart rate, your stress, your fear to everyone else. If you break, they will use it to gut you." Brent scoffed, crossing his arms. "And the reward? Bragging rights?"

💦Eternal Claim💦 Isabella stepped closer, her crimson hair glowing like blood under the moonlight. Her eyes burned with possessive fury as they raked over my naked body, still marked with Lucian’s cum and bite marks. “So this is your new toy,” she purred, voice like poisoned honey. “A warm, fragile little mortal. How quaint.” Lucian’s arms tightened around me like steel bands. His cock was still half-hard against my ass, slick with our combined fluids. “Leave, Isabella. She is under my protection.”

She carefully turned her neck to the direction of the front doors where just by the side stood a man whose silhouette bore a striking resemblance to Jaxon, one she could pick out even in the darkness of the night. He was just—older. His father, she realized. The look he gave her was dark, piercing and deliberate, freezing her in place. “Oh dear,” Naomi started again. “Are you cold? You are freezing. I will get you a jacket. Do you want one?” Upon seeing Kallista's lack of response, Naomi Hawthorne followed the direction of her gaze. “Oh for the love of God,” she muttered and then yelled out, “Cillian drop the daggers! And come on, let's go home.”