Skyrim Dark Elf Novels & Stories

“You’re serious? She’s a sacrifice, not a sodding pet!” “She’s a witch,” I replied, my voice steady as I traced the blade away from her throat and down her chest, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the cold steel.“That’s why I chose her.” “Is she a light witch or a dark witch?” Leon, another brother questioned, his brow furrowing in suspicion. I held Elara’s gaze, watching as surprise washed over her face. “She’s neutral,” I said. “But not for long. I want to break her. I want to turn her darker than any witch to walk the earth—darker than us.”

From its brightness came the picture of a woman screaming in the forest, the sky aglow with thousands of stars and the moon beaming down at them as though the woman hasn’t had enough. “Isn’t that familiar?” There was a hint of mockery on her voice as she looked at the now stony face of Dark whose eyes were magnetized in the scene unfolding before him. “Dark, the most unappreciated child of Henmulga, the phantom of the family tree, not even known in a century until he masked himself, not even by Henmulga herself was he identified. No one was any wiser that Dark Sylvania was a direct descendant of the first-ever Shadow Wielder. Why, even up at this point, Dark is unable to remove himself of hi

"Look around you. I have Darklings everywhere! The Dark Lord himself supports me. Not even you, the Elf King can take my life!" Zedekiel rolled his shoulders, letting out satisfying cracks. "We'll see about that." But before the Elf brothers could advance, Fredrick raised his hand, and a swarm of Darklings emerged from the shadows like wisps of dark smoke. They swirled around Zedekiel, Prince Ludiciel, Alaric, and Prince Ron, their green eyes glowing sinisterly. "Brother, I'll handle these creatures." Prince Ludiciel said. "Go and get that bastard."

He chuckled and asked where I'd heard that. "Faelon told me he has ljósálfar blood and Lucian carries dökkálfar blood," I mumbled sourly. "Well, princess one is of the light where the other is of the dark. I am dökkálfar or dark elf like I told you before and am Unseelie," he said with a grin. I furrowed my brow in complete confusion. "So the dark angel is of the light? Surely you jest," I huffed.

They revealed themselves at midday. Two figures stepped out from behind a cluster of boulders. They were tall and slender, their skin the color of ash, their hair white as bone. Dark elves. Their eyes were solid black, no whites, no pupils, just darkness that seemed to drink the light. They wore leather armor studded with metal spikes, and each carried a curved blade at their hip. The taller one smiled. His teeth were sharp. "Travelers," he said. His voice was smooth, almost musical. "What brings you so close to our border?"

"Feel like talking now? Sorry about killing your motorcycle. There is a good bus system here in town you can use." The elf glared at him. Rhychard knew the elf couldn't leave. He wasn't a gargoyle, the dogs of the Unseelie Court. He was a dark elf, equal to the Seelie Sidhe. Vargas would have him killed if he returned alive without killing the Warrior. This battle was not over. Not by a long shot.

Ludolf made sure all the rogues were injected with a cocktail of my blood and magic several days ago before he was killed by the Dark Alpha. I watch as I flew overhead in my owl form, keeping an eye on the front lines of the army. The Dark Alpha’s panther in the forefront of the parade of crazed rogues. A beat of thundering wolf paws and boots matched in crescendo with my overly beating heart. This was it. I scanned the sky for the full moon, but nothing shone. The winter night clouds mocked me in my desire to end this madness. A distant siren called out announcing our presents to the Blue Eclipse Pack. Here we go…

And you would have been killed had I not been here. "So I'm supposed to thank you,dear dark lord,for saving my life," she coughed pushing his hand away as she felt some sparks when he touched her. He was the cutest creature she had seen so far. He had red eyes like a ruby gem,his blonde hair was long reaching his shoulder,his skin was pure white which would definitely glow as a lamp in the dark.He was also tall with broad shoulders,his packs were still so visible even with the black hoodie he wore

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.

Pulling in a deep breath of her mouthwatering scent, Razl took a moment to enjoy the way a gleaming lock of hair draped over her feminine shoulder, the ends curling against one of those deliciously small, berry-red nipples. He wanted to take that sweet little nipple into his mouth and suckle until she came again. But he knew she probably needed a little more recovery time, so he forced his attention back to the conversation. “Not exactly,” he murmured, lifting his gaze back to hers as he answered her question. “Eli works with an…interesting group of people. They travel around a lot.” “What do you mean by interesting?” She looked more than a little curious. “Think non-human mercenaries,” he o