Skyrim Crossover Fanfic Novels & Stories

Who besides Kroll would think to hide in the aura of a religious establishment? He had found the perfect little nook to wreak havoc on my pack. He was closer to the abandoned village of Silver Crescent than Black Moon’s town. Close enough to stalk and murder. Almost out of mind linking range for my pack members. If he had been ten miles further away, I wouldn’t even be able to mind link, Damian. The clouds had vanished from the night sky. The light of the moon and stars were our light. ***Orion!!!*** Rose’s voice crashed into my mind like a freight train; I had never been so happy to hear her. Panic, fear, frustration, confusion, and relief were palatable.

Congratulations dude. Saga said the moment they step out of their father's room. Why are you congrating me? Cross asked We'll have you forgotten. You will soon be in control as the Lycan that you are. Saga said Ohh really now it's me now? Cross asked Okay fine! We will soon be in control as the Lycan that we are. Saga said, correcting his past statement. I don't think you should celebrate yet. Cross said But why? Saga asked

She was captivated by him, drawn to his aura of command and the quiet strength that radiated from him. They spent many nights together, talking under the stars, sharing stories of their lives, their hopes, and dreams. Skyrim had a way of making her feel special, cherished, as if she were the only one in the world who mattered to him. Seraphina had fallen deeply in love with him, believing that he felt the same. But Skyrim was a man of duty, and his heart belonged to another—a woman of unmatched beauty and grace, a werewolf who had somehow captured his heart. This woman was destined to become Lara’s mother, the one who would eventually bear the child that would grow to be the Luna.

Kimarhi - Late Evening of Summit Day One I wipe away Xim’s stray tears. He’s about to explain his sadness when Lorcan enters the room. The scent that surrounds me is delectable, making my heart race. The rain and heavy earth mixed with musk and the woods send my senses into overdrive. Lorcan seductively asks if Xim is my new toy, and I smirk. It would be easier that way, like with Magnus. But will My King accept this new fated bond?

“Cassia, why?” Veyra’s blade hums, her wraiths closing in, Renn’s sobs echoing, Maddox’s shadows faltering. The cave’s crystals dim, the ritual broken, but my Convergence form glows, untainted, the blade’s runes singing true. I’m the Convergence—bridge or ruin—and as Cassia’s life slips, Veyra’s forces tighten their grip, I face the cost of purity: a friend’s sacrifice, a traitor’s aid, and a war I may not survive.

Knowing that it was the taint of magic and bad decisions that pulled us apart, it feels like destiny is what brought us all back together. So many things had to happen for Tristan, Armina and I to even exist. It's crazy that we somehow found each other, when my mother's line was thought extinct. 'It is very convenient' Croxus suddenly interjects, his voice suspicious. 'I was thinking the same thing' I agree. 'We have a different problem to face right now though' I add, my destination now in sight.

I sat down on the pillow and she sat across from me. The first man on the scroll went by the name Lyrien. Lyrien was a brooding, loyal knight who according to what's stated here had some deep connections with Eldrador. I don't think that I have seen him before but he was selected to represent one of the four elements: Earth. The second man was Caspien, a calm and enigmatic healer with the power to control tides and he represented the water. He was from the Asttland kingdom far away from here.

My wolf stirred within me, her presence more vivid than ever. "Amara," she whispered, her voice soft yet commanding. "Pay attention. They need us. This bond… it’s more than fate. It’s destiny." Suddenly, the scene shifted, and I saw them Caden, Jaxon, and Ryder—standing apart from each other in the same forest, their expressions tense. They weren’t looking at me; they weren’t even looking at each other. They were surrounded by shadows, a dark mist swirling around them like chains.

"Damian Vargasin is my witness. He comes or I go back." The warrior's jaw tightens. He mutters something into a radio. Waits. A minute passes. Two. Then his radio crackles. A voice I know too well. "Let them both through." Caden's voice. The warrior steps aside. Damian looks at me. "Ready?" No. Not even close. But I take his hand—his warm, steady hand—and we step across the border together. --- Bloodmoon pack house looms ahead. Bigger than I remember. Colder.

"I want your blessing." I pulled him close. "You have it. Always." --- That night, I wrote in my journal. The Frostfang chose peace. Not love. Not alliance. Just peace. Yuki touched the Heart. She felt Sol and Luna's memory. It changed her. Nox is thawing. He'll recover. Ignis's remaining Emberkin are coming to Silver Creek. Cinder and Micah are... something. I don't know what. But I'm happy for them. Dax is holding me.