Skyrim Dark Elf Novels & Stories

“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

Without a second thought, I ran as fast as I could, and when I reached the place where the aura was coming from, I stopped. Daxton was releasing too much dark aura from his body while he was looking somewhere in the distance. I was afraid to get closer, because right now, he was the definition of death. However, I still found myself walking closer toward him. When I saw what he was looking at, I was surprised as well. Now I knew why he had this dark aura within him, as if he was about to kill someone. That guy in the Science Department—what was his name again? Tobias, was it? Well, it wasn’t important. What was important right now was how to calm this monster after seeing his mate being hugg

he rasped. I felt the air in my lungs turn to frost. I didn't need to see the paper to know who it was. Their reactions could only mean it was him. "It’s Prince Draven, isn't it?" I asked. My voice sounded small and far away. My father slowly nodded his head. It was official. I wasn't marrying the nice prince. I was being handed over to the Dark Prince. The man with white eyes and the man that no woman has ever survived.

Then all of a sudden the doors to the ballroom opened up and in walked the Greyback family. Alpha Arthur and his wife Talia walked in first. Followed by their youngest son Embry and middle child Lydia. Their oldest son Lyall hasn’t been seen or heard from in years. He was a few years older than me and hasn’t been mated yet. He’s known as the Dark Wolf, he’s always been a trouble maker but has gotten worse since he hasn’t found his mate yet. When a wolf doesn’t find their mate over time they become angry and lash out. Their wolf takes more control and it’s hard to keep them calm.

what was she implying that day? “This is the end, it’s your loss,” The dark Elf appears before me as I attempt to pull the next rod out. He snatches my arm and pulls me up with his hand around my neck. He grins in my face, his face messed up and healing as he says, “Before we kill you, we’ll drain your powers and go for that sister of yours.” “And after that,” His voice goes low as he closes in, crushing my throat as I struggle weakly. “All those children of yours and your wolf friends will be next-”

Caspian growled again beside me as a warning, but I patted his snout. “You want mithril then, best quality crystal for what you want to do to it.” “Oh, where might we find that?” The man chuckled. “It’s not finding it that’s gonna be your problem, it’s mining it. Mithril crystal can only be mined by a certain type of metal, it’s what we Dark Elves specialize in. Thing is, that metal is hard to come by, and my stock has been getting low.” “What if we offered to find this metal, would you be willing to make an axe out of it for us, in exchange for replenishing some of your stock as well?” I asked.

From the deep, violet shadows of a stone archway, Nalvath stood completely still, watching her. The Sire of the Dark Elves was a towering, majestic figure, his long, cascading silver-white hair catching the amber glow of the firelight, creating a breathtaking contrast against his deep, polished ebony skin. He remained silent, his ice-light eyes tracking her every movement with a profound, growing respect. He had spent ten millennia locked in the mud of the trenches, treated as a weapon, a curse, and a monster. Yet here she was, working herself to exhaustion just to ensure his people woke up to a world that felt safe. She possessed a fierce, unyielding spirit that captivated him far more than

The dark elves—they thrive on death and destruction, pulling their power from the suffering of others. Mermaids and men are the closest thing to a water elf out there, but I don’t seem to have any gills or a tail, so I don’t think that’s it. Fire elementals harness the fury of life, destroying everything in their wake. Less is known about them than any other subspecies. No, I’d bet I’ve got forest or dark elf blood. Not that I fully know what that means or how it might interact with my werewolf abilities. I swing my feet off the bed. This cell has an actual bed frame, a table, a chair, and even a small window slit. Soft morning light filters through. I drag my bed over to it, trying to get a

He looked up with piercing yellow eyes and I exhaled sharply. “Lark, Lark Skinner,” I muttered and Aella tilted her head as she observed the pointed-eared elfman. “Why is he the color of coal?” She pried and I informed her that he was a dark elf who lived in the northern stone outcrop. Jasper jumped down before him and snarled. “We left your home alone and expected you to stay away from our daughter!” I watched in disbelief as our daughter jumped down and put her hand up to her father, her eyes narrowing at Lark.

(Leko) Watching the train of caravan behind is Leko another battle slave, Leko was a Dark Elf from the Elvemonir The Cursed nations of Dark Eleven. "Probably..but, for some reason I don't see any blood in the future…But a Black stone?..". (Khak' ir) Another passenger in the same carriage deep inside, interrupt the Conversations between the three friends, an Old Blind Orc. "No Blood?…huh…then why are we even here esteemed Shaman?..". (Xing) Though the group may be brash, as a member of the non-human race a Shaman is a respectful position. People tend to believe them as it was a part of their culture.