Skyrim Dark Elf Novels & Stories

I could feel Astari's reluctance in not wanting me to go further. “What is it, Astari?” I said to her, “Velkrin!” She yelled. “Impossible, Astari,” I replied to her. “Velkrins cannot be inside the castle.” Velkrins are ancient and dark beings without form. They are like shadows, consuming the souls of people, turning them into dead skeletons. What was peculiar about them was that they were controlled by vampires, wolves' natural rivals. So, wherever one was found, a vampire was close by.

she said, and I nodded. "But we must be thankful, because they were helpful in many ways," I said, and she nodded. "What will happen with the dark elves?" she asked while we walked towards the guest wing. "Well it depends. The dark elves respond to their creators... and when their creators die, they will vanish into ashes..." I said, and she nodded. "And what about the ones that were not created but born?" Stormee was worried about the children. "They will feel something ripping off them, and then they will be able to feel the light," I said and she smiled.

There were no longer any blood wolves, just me. The door creaked and for the first time, the door opened. I lazily turned my head to the side and looked at the door. A man walked in with another man a few steps behind him. The first man was older with a white beard, short white hair, and deep red eyes. The other man was slimmer, taller with lavender eyes, amber eyes and scarlet hair. They were both dressed the same way but with different colours. They wore wool tunics over leather breeches and calf-length boots. What gave them away was the pointy ears and grey skin. Dark elves.

He could not, and that made him not to use it to anyone. “I am merely simplifying things here Damian, Damascus. Apparently, a dark sorcerer but he had a kind heart. His heritage came from a powerful dark sorcerer, this making him what he was, but he learned to control it. He learned to infuse his dark magic while keeping his humanity, as my sweet sister had been, she loved Damascus just the same,” Elfar added, his words dripping with sadness, his eyes full of regrets for her sister. "My mother?" "Yes!" "You mean you are my…"

It wasn't a kind smile. “I didn't lose anything.” My voice was steady. Quiet. The calm of someone who had died, crossed the underworld, made a deal with its lord, and ridden a dragon through a blizzard to reach this moment. “I'm getting Darien back. And I'm killing the witch.” The dark elf's silver eyes bulged. Her mouth worked around words that couldn't escape the grip on her throat. To my left, a whimper.

He turned to the rest of the warriors, some of them had already hoisted the body of their fellow warriors and were taking them away for their burial rites. Damon addressed them. “There is a sorcerer in our pack! One who dared and had fearlessly infiltrated the Dark Moon pack with plans of her own, she has killed three of our warriors today and is capable of much more. I want her found at all costs, you will do an intense house-to-house search of the town and find her! I do not care if you bring her dead or alive but no sorcerer should have the audacity to live amongst us! Do you understand?” His thunderous tone asked.

Damien struggled violently, a cold fury burning in his eyes. "What did you do to Elara? I want to see her, now!" The leader looked down at him and let out a cruel, cold laugh. "We waited all night for you, Alpha. But you never came." "Just a few hours ago, a dark sorcerer offered a fortune for the pure essence of a rare Healer she-wolf. The money just happened to cover the debt you owed." Damien froze, his eyes fixed on the leader, searching for any sign of deception.

"Auntie, are you okay?" "Yes child," Dagmar muttered. "Are you sure the infant was a girl?" "Positive." Chloe frowned. "Why?" "Because that means you somehow dreamt of a very rare event indeed." The old woman replied quietly. "The birth of a Shadow Wolf Queen."

The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage. With a scream that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house, Aqua unleashed a torrent of dark magic. The energy exploded from her, a violent wave of force that knocked the witches off their feet. The room was bathed in a sinister glow as the dark magic tore through the intruders, their cries of pain mingling with the howling wind.

“Don’t move!” Eka yells on top of his lungs as he shoots every last of the hidden hitmen and mercenaries the Tamara family hides. Tamara is his mother’s surname before his father took away that name and replace it with Tanaya. His cruelty and brutality are unbound, his cold emanating gaze pierced the light on the hitman he killed. Eka already penetrated all the base where the Tamara’s hide their pawns of killing. He was quite puzzled when the young mercenary is not with him to attack though, he excused himself by saying that there’s another matter that he attends to. Considering how he is protective of his younger sister, the only thing he could think of that his sister might want to meet hi