Skyrim Reborn Novels & Stories

Her reflection stared back at her, but this time, it wasn’t the fragile, naïve girl she once was. She was reborn—with all her memories intact. “Daisy Croft, you’ve got a lot of work to do,” she whispered to herself. The door opened again, and her brother Liam stood there, smiling. "You don't want pancakes, huh, baby sis?" Daisy’s eyes welled up with tears. She had forgotten how much she missed him—his protective nature, his easy smile. "Did anyone bully you on set?" Liam asked, noticing her expression as he pulled her into a gentle hug, running his hand through her hair.

The forest replied with silence, yet the shadows seemed to pulse with intent. I took a deep breath. Every instinct, every memory, every ounce of will surged within me. I was not the same Silver who had been struck down in the forest. I was reborn. I was Iris. And I would reclaim everything. The moonlight caught the gleam of a pair of eyes in the darkness—a figure standing silently, watching, waiting. And I knew, with every fiber of my new body, that the hunt had begun… and this time, I would not run.