Skyrim Dark Elf Novels & Stories

Eliana didn’t stop pleading with her puppy eyes and I couldn’t ignore her ‘wish’ despite how big and exhausting enough it was to me. My final touches got done and I stood up, fishing to find Eliana somewhere in other makeup sitting. My eyes followed back and stopped at the entrance by a man wearing a grey-striped suit with a hat covering his face. His broad chest, brownish exposed hair, whitish tone and gestures were everything like Liam which made me rush to Eliana. I rushed as fast as I could with heels on and that led to a tannish man wearing a sleeveless grey shirt, displaying his tattoo work on which was emitting a dreading aura from him, “Watch out girl!” he complained and I immediatel

I asked and he rolled his eyes, again! “Barely got a glance but I sure felt their presence” he said, his face telling of his annoyance with them. “If they're shy and don't like anyone beside Alari and her people, how are we going to catch one?” Pearl asked, leaving the table quiet. “And how can we know without a doubt that they know where the dark elves are?” It was Damien that asked this time and I felt like I was trapped in unending darkness, there was just no answers to these questions.

Hadn't I done enough? "You weren't there," I started cryptically. "You don't know the extent of his darkness. No rank is in comparison to his. He is a lone wolf that will not hesitate to kill any alpha of whatever pack. If he wants an alliance, you either give it to him or he takes it. Whatever reason, he wants an alliance, is simply none of our business," I stated, speaking slowly and keenly. Sometimes I believe that Shay overestimates herself. Strength can only get you so far but fear would get you further. And everyone who has been around the demon wolf knew only one thing but fear.

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.

Again, he glares at the annoying stranger. Of course, he tried to pull his arms but the grip just got intense that he almost flinched but he wants to look strong, far from what he really is. "What?! What do you want? Do you really want to get punched at your face?! Let me go! I said let me--" His words magically got swallowed and he nearly melted when he looked at the guy who suddenly changed his aura. His dark aura is now replaced by an angelic smile with calmed eyes.

Delmom’s hunt was so intense that all he could see in his eyes was red blood. But his grandfather knew what a powerful alpha his grandson would become, but he never imagined that he would suffer so much for not being guilty of anything. Aurora ran to look for her warrior son and found him devouring one of his enemies who was chasing him. Soon it was dawn and he would return to his human form and with the help of his pack who was also in mourning, she welcomed Delmom when he needed it. “Father, Delmom, he doesn’t listen to me, he has so much hate in his heart his desire is only revenge.

"Yeah, I've noticed it. May you please explain?" "It's only been few of the fewest cases, but people who have brain enhancements and undergo traumatic experiences tend to develop another character inside them, a sinister counterpart." "So what you're saying is, that's what I'm going through right now?" "Yes, Master... You're currently undergoing... Dark Elf Syndrome." "Dark Elf?" "Brain enhancements are exclusive to those with elf blood. But you're pure human, which is what I'm struggling to solve, Master." "I get it... so 'Eric' is my counterpart?"

The door burst open. Jason looked up to see Drago running toward them, pure hate in his eyes. “Dark Lord,” he smiled, grabbing Madchen by the hair, pulling her to his knees. Drago stopped in his tracks at his words. He masked his anger and sadness, seeing his mate bloodied, with her dress ripped wide open, exposing her. But he had to be careful, had to act the part if he was going to save her. “I know you care little for this woman.I offer her up to you as a sacrifice.” Madchen could only stare up at Drago.

One of them speaks up, and his thoughts resemble my very own. “Could we identify which species they were?” I ask. If it hadn't been for the rush to get to Amelia and rescue Freddie, I would have stayed to try and figure it out myself last night. “One for sure was a vampire, maybe a dark elf too, but we’re not sure about it,” that takes me utterly by surprise. Dark elves haven't been around for a long time. “And there seems to have been one wolf, he seems to have been disguised well, if it wasn’t for a ripped off piece of fabric that later changed it’s scent to the original we wouldn’t have been able to take in it’s scent.”

I breathed. “The Dark Elves’ mountains,” Rivyn replied grimly. “The Elves are cousins to the Fae,” he said quietly as he encouraged Coryfe to move forwards. The horse did not like the location, reacting to the sulphur smell of the soil, and communicated his dislike through his movement, each step reluctant as if he anticipated the ground would disappear before him.