Skyrim Fort Fellhammer Novels & Stories

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

I guess he was right, but that didn’t mean that I felt any better about what I was seeing. "Anyway, instead of just standing here, shouldn’t we get moving?" As he speaks, Uncle Ramone’s eyes drift toward Fulgor Island, where Mount Malum is steadily spewing fire and smoke. Gone was the island that we were all used to that housed the worst of villains, and in its place was something so terrifying that it chilled me to my very core. "I suppose we have maybe a week at most left," he murmurs, tearing his gaze away. "Then stop wasting time." Hindrick snaps, beginning to make his way towards the large fortress that is built into the side of a mountain range up ahead. "What good will standing around

Somewhere amidst those winding trails and bustling thoroughfares waits the army pledged to our campaign by Frost, their esteemed commander. With an ear-splitting roar heralding our arrival, Scar angles into a sharp dive toward the main stronghold perched atop a sheer-faced butte. I cling tighter to avoid being bucked off completely as we drop stomach-churningly fast. At the last instant, Scar's wings flare wide, coasting us down to land with a ground-shaking thud before the gates. The stallion Frost astride touches down lightly beside us. In synchronized motion, we slide from our mounts. I wobble briefly on shaky legs after the wild ride before catching my balance. Frost appears unruffled, a

"It's too dark." I bumped my fist against his chest before venturing deeper into the mountains, using the moonlight to illuminate my way. … In the end, the shamans weren't able to capture the zombie despite working together. They wondered how the zombie could have slipped through their fingers. They began blaming one another, accusing each other of being a traitor. I sighed as I looked at the man who was passed out on the bed with the pink princess sheets, feeling immensely remorseful. Many years ago, Zack gave me the codename, "Clearwind", hoping that I would be able to forget about my unhappy past and keep my senses pure.

His wings still out, tensed, and ready, the rest of us holding our weapons. He moved so fast I didn’t even see him. Sliding past the others as fluid as water going around rocks in a stream he came for me, I felt his arm snag my waist and my feet left the Earth. I heard Devon’s shots fire and Kenneth soared into the air in pursuit. Cassi let out a scream and I heard the others calling my name as we ascended, until they were just specks. Kenneth closing in, aiming his crossbow at Shamshiel’s wings, his purple wings beating as he tried desperately to keep up, his face contorted in anguish as he realized he would not be able to help me. In the blink of an eye Shamshiel closed his wings around us

++++++ The five children looked to walk away from their palace, known as the Monster Slayer Guild headquarters, in the early morning when the ceiling of Fort Forsaken's artificial sky appeared to be a bright blue with white clouds. This morning's activity on the fortress's first floor, known as the Dirt Floor, had indicated crowds. Nearly all people who lived on the Ground Floor and were monster hunters and warriors flocked to the Forsaken Fortress Association to ask for admission to the Dungeon. Of course, you can do this by paying a set number of hell stones. There is no such thing as a free lunch, is there?' Nawa stated as they waited in the courtyard of the Association's Ground Floor rep

They quickly left the walls and reached the banks of the river that were behind the fortress. They were near the waterfall that flowed into the small lake on which stood the Bochus of Haefest. Sumon could see the roof of the structure appearing from the ravine, the dark bricks covered with moss and climbing plants, and finally the outer walls that were now surrounded by a veil of vegetation. The fortress was far from them as well as the noises of the city. That area was not inhabited and therefore they found a silence to which Sumon was no longer accustomed. People preferred to stay away from that side of the capital because of the waterfall, it was very steep and the ravine was dangerous: t

Cold settled sharply in my stomach but before I could respond, voices echoed from the camp behind us. Ronan stepped back instantly, his expression closing off again “We should keep moving” he said. And just like that, the conversation ended. I hated when people did that especially when they clearly knew something important. By nightfall, Moonspire finally appeared. The first glimpse of it nearly stole my breath. The fortress rose from the northern mountains like something carved from shadow itself. Massive black walls stretched across icy cliffs while towering spires pierced the sky. Torches burned along the fortress exterior, glowing against the snowfall like scattered embers.

I watched in fascination as the bridge finally settled into place with a tremendous thud that seemed to shake the ground beneath us. Only then did I realize Fenric was watching me. “We’re here,” he said. I tore my gaze away from the fortress. "Where is here?" Fenric’s grip on the reins tightened slightly. “Grimhold.” The place looked exactly the way its name promised—grim, imposing, ancient. The walls were colorless, their stone worn smooth by wind and time, yet still managing to feel threatening. I shot Fenric a frown. “This is your surprise for me?”

His priorities were his queen and the squad. The Arcton fortress exploded along with the remaining thousands of Shadows. All became ashes in the midst of the blinding light. A satisfied smile curved on his lips. The fortress fell. The two watchtowers were torn down simultaneously. The lava from the crater burned the massive labyrinth. The wind whooshed, and the sun slowly disappeared. Darkness covered the sky again. Airoh smiled to see Griga flying in his direction. “Let’s go back home.”