Skyrim Dark Elf Novels & Stories

it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant They witnessed how the dark part of the castle devour their comrade “help!” they all flinched when they saw blood splurt out from the corner “My liege will make you regret that you lived this life. Do not have any worries about our new brothers and sisters! Serving our master is our greatest pleasure” the resurrected paladin announced and started attacking the living forces “So, only fighting is our choice here huh?” Alfonso gave up on the idea of escaping ‘at least we have her’ looking at the mad girl, he thought that this is the only good thing that the girl have –her abi

he said, looking at their faces. They stared at each other, each shaking their head at one another. "That's not something worth our time to pursue," she said. "Why would you say so?" Asked the Dark Knight. Looking at the map before them, one of them pointed to a city, Riverdale. The Dark Knight's eyes grew more as he wore a mask and no one knew who he was, only his eyeballs were what they could see. "That is the land of the elves," he said. "Yes, which we have raided before, yet they keep waxing and growing," she said, pointing to the landmass of Riverdale and the green mass still available to them.

The bullet hit the wall behind him. Lorenzo slammed Scarface into the concrete. The sound made Kyrian sick.Scarface didn't move after that. Lorenzo turned around. His eyes were completely black. Glowing gold around the edges. Not human. Pure Enigma. He looked at Kyrian.Everything stopped. Then Lorenzo was moving again. But slower now. Careful. Like Kyrian might break. He dropped to his knees in front of Kyrian. His hands shaking when they touched Kyrian's face.

The elves did not listen due to some misplaced sense of trust and belief, and everyone dies at the end. That doesn't seem to be his version, though. 'The first folk to adapt the elves' magic called out to their god, Aranon, and channeled the deer spirit. They were the calm, meek, humble ones, and they had no taste for violence. They united to build Qarax'. He turns to me, solemnity written on his face like a book. 'And you know what occured next, do you not?' I squint at him, wondering if he's being rhetorical or not. Definitely not, not with that stare. 'Caidan goes to learn the darker ways of the iden, and channels the snake spirit, becoming the first shadowkiller'.

They were basically rich and spoilt. Nolan had always been a terrible person until he met Kyla. When Kyla died, he became worse. He didn't even need Sasha and serenity anymore. He didn't need anyone in his life. He didn't even want to live anymore. He blamed himself over and over. Now, he doesn't even feel anything anymore. Kyla's death turned him Into a dark, heartless man. He doesn't even have a heart anymore. He doesn't smile, he doesn't give a shit about anyone, he just lives because he feels like hurting others the same way he hurts. Making them feel the hurt he felt and still feels, seemed like a way of paying life back through the pain of others.

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

The two of you are far stronger together than either of you could ever be apart. There was a ringing silence and Georgia was happier than ever that her instinct brought her here. “What was the color of the one who hunts you?” Abbi asked Hayden. “Black.” She sighed. “Then it is true. They have returned. The original Alphas that fled to the mountain were from a special bloodline. They were the strongest of all werewolves. They believe that they are destined to rule over man and wolf both. Their mission in life is to hunt and kill Lycans who they believe are their only natural threats. Because of their distinct black fur, they became known as the dark ones.”

While the young chief was proceeding forward along with his followers, a young ellon with five companions was awaiting for them like some hungry wolves for its delicious prey to the left side of the valley. They were wearing the very same black armor like the dokkalfars, their hairs and eyes were pitch dark, but their facial appearance and skin color were the same as other elves and were as handsome and beautiful as normal elves.

The name struck me like a blow to the stomach. The Darkened were myths—rumors of a cadre of ancient fighters, once exiled from the realm, who practiced dark sorcery and flourished in disorder. It was claimed that they were the overlooked warriors of a conflict that had faded into history. Nobody understood their genuine desires, yet the tales were sufficient to instill fear in any rational individual. "You should never have crossed us, Kael," a voice echoed, smooth and eerie. It originated from one of the forms—a towering, authoritative figure who advanced, his visage concealed by a mask of solid obsidian. "The cost of betrayal is high."

was all Carine could manage as the door was unlocked and swung open. Carine watched as one of the other prisoners made a mad dash for the opening, running headlong for it. She was a Dark Elf and utterly naked, dark blood had dripped from several wounds to dry on her skin. As if she had run into a wall, the elf stopped, her eyes widening as the old, bent elf from outside stood in the doorway. His head was cocked to one side and one arm seemed to hover before him as if on its own. He twisted his hand and the elf screamed as one of her arms snapped to sit at a forty-five degree angle. Horann appeared as Carine’s mind filled with the images of the elf female being snapped into pieces, her bones