Skyrim Zephyr Novels & Stories

When the sharp scent of fear hits my nose, I stop. “What…” Zephyr starts to ask, but I put up a finger and turn to her, putting the finger to my lips. She nods and then I tap my nose. I feel her mind connect with mine, and I watch as she lifts her nose into the air, locking on the scent easily. She puts her hand on my arm, and walks past me, heading toward the girl that is hiding somewhere in front of us. Zephyr walks slowly, taking her time. “I know you’re here, little one. I don’t want to hurt you,” she says, her voice soft and soothing.

“The feral seems to have gained a friend “ Sierra continued, unaware of the significance of her find. “And I think I know where they are going.” “oh?” Lucas raised an eyebrow curiously. Sierra nodded. “the mass graves. They are. What? Fifteen miles in that direction? I could be wrong but there is nothing else out there except snow and trees. Maybe we will find Chloe on the way.” Lucas didn’t need to think on it too long. It was a guess but it was the best guess they had to go on. Otherwise they were running in circles chasing their tails. It was starting to become embarrassing. He gave Sierra a nod to confirm they would following up on her theory. Orders were passed for a team to remain in t

“So you’re telling me this world had magical cars and now I’m stuck bouncing on a horse?” Rhys snorted. “I don’t know what a car is,” he said, “but if it’s softer than this saddle, I want one.” Corin laughed again. “It is some kind of transport from the human realm,” he said quietly, lowering his voice so the Council guards riding ahead would not hear. I lowered mine too. “With seats,” I whispered dramatically. “And doors. And no smell.” Rhys frowned. “No smell?” “You smell like horse.” “I smell like survival.”

she said and leaned towards Iktanne's ear and whispered, "... we've heard a few days ago in the library from the proctors that the Giants were collecting gold and souls from the normals. They said that there was an insignia left on the shores of the north... which might cause a great trouble because it links back here in the Academy and the Empire." Iktanne's face was wild with shock. "What insignia was it?," she whispered back. "Well, we don't know for the bell started ringing for our next class so we weren't able to get what they were saying." The blond guy, Anthony, stood up from the other end of the couch and interrupted them, saying he'll be away to get some food. He looked at Iktanne's

he commented eyeing him. Silas threw an irritated look at him while stretching his arms. Sudden giggling sounds caught their attention. It was a mischievous giggle which they had heard millions of times before. Kyle's face broke into a huge grin making his scar wrinkle up a bit, he marched towards the large window that gave view of the vast land occupied by the "Red Moon Pack". His eyes searched for a certain blonde haired girl whom he knew the soft giggles belonged to, "no! Please no" he heard a desperate cry of help from a young boy, the voice familiar to him as well.

"Your powers define you Azura. They are connected to your emotions, anger, sad, happiness. Your emotions can control your power. You just need to learn how to keep them at Bay." Wow, okay. Can someone wake me up from this nightmare already?. What's with all these talks about powers? "I know this must all sound strange to you. But you will understand everything soon." "I don't even know what to call you. I mean from your voice, I know you are female. But a female what exactly? Who are you and what's your name?" Maybe we could start there. "My name is Lily. I am your spirit guide and I'm so happy to find out you are alive little princess. We all thought you were dead"

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.

Then the wind shifted. A soft laugh echoed from above as light shimmered near the entrance gates. It bent like heat over sand before taking shape. Zephyr appeared. Golden hair fell to his shoulders, and his pale green eyes seemed almost amused as he stepped onto solid ground. His clothes were light, flowing, touched with silver thread that caught the torchlight. The wolves shifted uneasily. “Such heavy air,” Zephyr murmured. “Do you always greet guests with clenched teeth?” Marcus swallowed. “Fae Lord Zephyr. Welcome to our territory.”

She didn’t dare to breathe as an eerie silence settled around her. The two Air Sorcerers had their hands raised above them, the Earth Sorcerers’ pointed to the ground, all their mouths moving in whispered tones. And then Zephyr spoke. “I can see it, the entire camp, the land stretching beyond. I am like a bird upon the wind.” His voice was monotone, almost as if he were in a trance, but Astasha still couldn’t help the breath of relief she released upon hearing it. “It worked.” She whispered almost to herself.

Soon, his throat was filled with a sweet, metallic taste. Zephyr borrowed the force and leaped back more than ten meters away. When he landed, his face was indescribably ferocious. His right hand was dripping with blood, and his palm was pierced, leaving a gory wound where his skin appeared to be inside out. Moreover, one could even see traces of bones. Zephyr was not even able to move half of his arm. Seeing this scene, Caspian secretly thought it was a shame. If Zephyr was an entry-level first-stage Pulse Control Realm warrior, Caspian could have used the lightning inscription's numbing effect to kill Zephyr.