Skyrim Blood And Snow Novels & Stories

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

He didn't reply, forcing me to peer into those unreadable eyes and drink him in. “Is this from the blood oath?” I tried again. He shook his head, leaning into my touch like an obedient pet. His eyes were trained on me, as if challenging me to a gaze holding standoff. “No.” He said after a few minutes. He turned his other hand where a small scar marred his palm. “This is it.” “While this,” He said and his hand connected with mine which was still clinging to his face. My heart beat tripled. He continued effortlessly. “This Happened in a fight many years back.”

Alice whispered, her voice trembling. Elara hesitated, her fingers brushing the pendant at her throat, her eyes distant with a sadness that made Alice’s chest ache. “Because I’ve been where you are,” she said, her voice low, almost a whisper. “Torn between worlds, between hearts.” She stepped closer, her hand hovering near Alice’s, not touching but close enough to feel the warmth. “I was born under a blood moon, Alice. My mother was a healer, my father a rogue wolf. They thought they could live between worlds, but the packs came for them. Crimson Moon burned our village when I was twelve, left me with nothing but this.” She held up her palm, revealing a faint scar, jagged like a claw mark. “

I scream, reaching for him. But he's already changing. The Bloodwraith erupts from him in broad daylight, shadows exploding outward with enough force to knock Pyra back several feet. His eyes blaze red-silver, and when he speaks, his voice is layered with a dozen echoes. "You dare threaten what's mine?" He moves faster than thought, closing the distance to Pyra before she can react. His clawed hand closes around her throat, lifting her off the ground like she weighs nothing. "Kael, don't!" I shout. "Don't kill her!"

I'm trying to capture anything related to her. Her voice. Her scent Her scent, I breathe in more just to be sure it was her I perceive. There was something else mixed in it, a strong metallic stench of blood. Was she injured? It was so pungent that it overshadowed her scent. I wouldn't have known was her if I wasn't quite familiar with her scent. I moved slowly, my hands by side while I let my overly sensitive nose lead the way. I closed my eyes and I traced her polluted scent.

If she made it in time, she could stop her friend from doing something stupid. She barely rounded the corner when her blue eyes landed on the bloody sight. Crimson red was splashed across the snow while a coppery tang drifted on the wind, clogging the back of Chloe's throat. A carrier bag lay decimated on the ground covered in blood and torn. Plastic bottles were strewn throughout the carnage, some having rolled away untouched while others had been crushed, their contents spilling across the frozen ground. And in the middle of it all, the stranger Chloe had seen. "Goddess!" Chloe gasped, sprinting across the slippery path. "Hey! Can you hear me!"

Behind her are Seyla, Rowan, and… Luca. Oh Gods. Kill me now. Every single one of them comes to a stop. Seyla’s eyes immediately lock onto my face. Rowan’s eyes immediately lock onto Callan. Luca’s eyes lock onto Callan. And ten feet behind Callan, whom I didn’t even notice before during my spiral, Fenrir. The massive direwolf stands several feet behind his bonded, black eyes silently watching. I swear the beast is the size of a horse. Silence falls. Then Rowan breaks it.

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.

"No, Selene, you can't do this to me! Ah...!" Bones cracked with sharp, sickening sounds, and Kyle screamed just before a few Bloodwolf Guards dragged him out like a living corpse. The hall fell quiet again. I lifted a fresh glass of wine, let my gaze sweep over everyone, then raised my glass toward Fenrir. "To freedom." Fenrir looked at me for a long moment and touched the rim of my glass with his. "To Alpha Female Selene." The blizzards in the North always came hard. On the wasteland a hundred miles from Blood Wolf Pack's territory, snow buried every sin and trace. A twisted figure crawled through the snow inch by inch, and his four limbs had all been broken. He was worse than a stray now.

When Snow returned, she held a wine glass, a lit candle, and a small bowl of ice in her hands. She climbed onto the bed, crossing one leg over the other as she knelt beside him. Picking up the wine, she offered him a mocking smile. “Ray,” she said, lifting the glass, “let me buy you a drink.” Ray could barely make out the movement, only the glint of red. Snow tilted the glass above his face. Scarlet liquid flowed slowly, sliding down his forehead and dripping across his cheeks, nose, lips—like blood painting a mask. Ray coughed, sputtering. “Playing games with me now?”