Skyrim Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

’I can’t do it Alessia, I just can’t do it. Cyan crawls toward me, whimpering. “I won’t do it.” I tell Cyran. “I don’t care if you’re our mate. I won’t bind myself to a monster. And he’s a monster.” It’s not Cyran that I’m running from. He has been nothing but amazing. He would be a wonderful mate and he doesn’t deserve this. “I’m so sorry Cyran.” I turn to see if there is a way down the cliff. I need to get out of here before he can grab me. I hear bones cracking behind me and I turn to see Liam on the ground.

"I recognize the work of other fae." A tense silence followed. My mouth watered traitorously as the scent intensified, now I caught whiffs of roasted meat, of Nana Fiona's honey cakes. Cressa's knuckles whitened around her belt. "We need to cross without touching the trees," I said. "Single file, eyes on the ground." It took twenty agonizing minutes to navigate the grove's perimeter. By the end, my vision swam with hunger, and Jessa was quietly crying. Only Lyra seemed unaffected, her steps light and precise.

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.

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. His fingers curled tighter around mine. “Together,” he promised before leaning in to kiss my forehead. And just like that, the weight of uncertainty felt just a little lighter. I sat up slowly, inhaling deeply, my heart thudding with anticipation. Damien shifted beside me, his crimson gaze locked onto mine, his usual smirk absent. He was waiting. Watching. Ready. “This isn’t just about wanting it,” I murmured, half to myself. “It’s about bridging two worlds, about tethering your existence to mine in a way the waking realm can accept.”

He said, "Thank you, Arya Scotler." As the sapphire pendant settled against her skin, Arya felt a surge of connection to Damian, a bond she couldn't deny. Their wolves had spoken, and their hearts had listened. The past was forgotten, and a new path lay ahead, one that would lead them together, as fate had always intended.

It's still up to their beloved what happens to them, but they sure will make them suffer when the time comes. He also smiles a bit more nowadays at them but always has a distant and melancholy look when he's alone. They both promise to make him the happiest man when they saw his looks, and Semiramis started to search for potential worlds that can make him more relaxed so he could forget about his past because she knew just by staying here it won't help much with his case and he needs to experience the new environment with that. Scathach, on the other hand, started sneaking into his bedroom and keep stealing kisses when he's asleep using her Perfect Stealth Enhancement she has, but Semiramis

Gan-Gan said. Mizuki and I looked at each other then back at Gan-Gan as we nodded yes. It was clear to both of us that we may not tell anyone else but we didn’t plan to hide anything from Chrys. “At the age of six, Jamerson witnessed Chrysalis’s first partial shift. She created a gateway and portaled out of the woods right into a battle in the Dark Realm. One of the regional packs happened to be there under an alliance they had with another kingdom. Their seer brought her back. I wasn’t there to witness this but apparently she took out a lot of rogues before turning on the ones trying to help her. She realized they meant no harm and passed out over the exerted energy.” She told us.

The wolf within Lyra howled in joy, circling them before dissolving into her chest, fusing with her once more. And as their hearts synchronized, the Moon above flared brighter, illuminating both worlds at once. Helene’s voice echoed faintly through the veil: “The bridge has formed… the bond reborn…” Lyra smiled through tears, her fingers brushing Darius’s cheek. “You found me.” “Always,” he whispered. “Even beyond death.” And when they kissed, the Moon Realm trembled — a pulse of light that rippled through both worlds, reawakening what had been broken.

Their only saving grace was the inheritance Evelyn Hert left behind—and this fragile marriage alliance with the Crosses. Too bad the groom-to-be was Damian Cross: the forgotten son, the unwanted heir, the one no one respected. Naturally, Rowan would never waste his precious Liana on someone like that. So, they shoved Aria into the fire instead. And Aria? She smiled like a fool. She blinked her big, stupidly innocent eyes, clapped her hands, and suddenly broke into a childish song: "In the land of little blue folks, where the mushrooms grooow—

Grave Groaning, I pulled the blonde closer, thrusting harder while she moaned beneath me, nails dragging down my chest. Her legs trembled around my waist, but it wasn’t enough. None of it was enough. Because she wasn’t her. Every damn time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Lyra Cross. Her mouth. Her attitude. Those dangerous fucking eyes. I knew we were playing a reckless game, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more. The girl was poison and danger, and it intrigued me. It’s only natural I love danger.