Skyrim Orphan Rock Novels & Stories

Shadows danced even in daylight, as if the mountain itself tried to veil its secrets. “The Stoneheart Shrine is hidden in a place called the Hollow Core,” Lyra said. “No map shows it, but the mark should guide you.” Iris looked down at her wrist. The mark now shimmered with both fire and storm—but a faint gray pulse joined them now. It tugged gently in a northern direction, almost like a heartbeat syncing with her own. “We follow the pull,” Iris said, steeling her resolve.

The concept of tunnels sent my pulse to thrumming, as I had little fondness for being underground, but I didn’t believe Tristan would blanch at the prospect of cramped places. What is so dangerous about it?” Tristan ’s tone was flat when he said, “It’s full of Orcs.” The undead. My skin crawled as memories of the legends I’d heard as a youngster filled my thoughts, corpses that couldn’t be killed with mortal weapons. “Allegedly,” Alpha Orion said. “There is no proof.” “Hard for there to be any proof when any fool who attempts the climb is consumed,” Tristan yelled. “The area around the entrance is littered with bones. Not even animals will approach close.”

I felt my finger slip by an inch now so that it was my claw that was left hanging, but then, it was slowly pulling away— pulling out of the flesh of my finger. — meaning that I just had seconds left. I let out more tears now but just then, I spotted something at a distance to my right— a breakthrough! All this while, there had been no other place to grasp with my other free hand and the rift rock was of a different composition from other rocks so I could punch into it. It was one that had silver deposits in it hence it was impenetrable if I wanted to punch into it and create a place to hold. But now, a chunk from the surface before me had fallen off, probably due to all the pressure the Dark

Gasps echoed around me. Orren stood at the war table, cloak falling back just enough to reveal the line of his jaw—sharp, scarred, and cruelly beautiful. His eyes glowed molten amber, too wild to belong to any loyal wolf. “Aria,” he said, my name soft but heavy with intent. “Curiosity can be dangerous.” I lifted my chin, though my pulse thundered. “You’re trespassing on Riven’s land.” He smiled, slow and chilling. “Am I? Or have I simply stepped into a pack already betraying itself?”

I couldn't believe it. "Yes, Collen!" Orora ambled towards me. Victoria was also stunned. Beta Jackson seemed not to agree with it. "I know, it is hard, but I can't leave my mate. He needs me. Especially now that he just got his kingdom back!" Orora held my shoulders. "I can visit everyone anytime I want. Ruben and I planned to make a doorway from his kingdom to the Shadow Rock and Yorkshire. So, I won't be lonely he said!"

she said as Spirit started walking. “Wait, T’xoria!” Rhobart yelled and hurried to get dressed. They traveled the remaining of the morning, and by noon Rhobart pointed in front of them at a big dark blue mountain—it had the same color as the magic ore. “That is our destination. We will get there by late afternoon.” It was one of the biggest mountains Ayla had ever seen. “Do you know what makes this mountain and the Hammer Clan special?” Rhobart asked. “No.”

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.

He bows and greets me with a warm smile. "Hello there Doc. What brings you down to the dungeons? I ask. "Hello, Sir," He responds. "I was asked to meet Beta Orian down here." "I see, let's get going then," I say as we continue walking down into the dungeon. As we get to the last step leading to the dungeon, I smell the most delectable scent of fresh lemon citrus and water lilies. My wolf Ryker starts to go crazy, jumping around in my mind, and I can't seem to get him under control.

It may seem harsh but given all the changes I have implemented to make the pack a better pack with which people wanted to ally themselves, forcing people into the life of a rogue was a small price to pay. Being a neighbouring pack with Moon Shadow held its advantages too. I had made sure they were the first alliance I secured given that Darkness and Moon Shadow had been enemies for longer than anyone cared to remember. Though since Jayson still hasn't returned from wherever it is he has disappeared to, it was a friendship which was really beginning to struggle now.