Tales From Tamriel Novels & Stories

Brandon nodded. "Well most of the things I'll be telling you about happened nearly three thousand years ago according to dates of some of the most ancient scrolls and artifacts." Erin began. "But suffice it to say. Man and Shifters were once terrible enemies. Man grew across the earth, and slowly all the beasts of the land began to die away. Including the Dragons who once dotted the heaves like the stars." Erin shrugged and shook her head.

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

, she walked up to him and flipped the pad in his hand, “The first elder dragon we met in Nevera said this, 'Deep within the lands filled with once celebrations but now lost'” “Yes I remember”, Dragomir nodded, “Yes I remember and it did not make sense…” “I know”, Raisel nodded, “Just listen…”, she pulled him with her and they sat on the bed, “Then the next ambiguous phrase we received was from when we got to Islandia, Elder Yophiel told us…” “Enveloped no more in glory but lost to a cause'”, he interjected. She smiled at him, “Do you remember the time at the Grand Ball of Count Vanor”

" Look! This is a different color of blue compared to the color of your amulet. " He closely looked to his amulet and compared it to the amulet in the book. He also gives me a wondering look, he's confused. (You can see the picture of Kyle's amulet in my page, PitchdarkqueenKleyr Stories. Comment down below if you already saw it so that I can notice you fast.) " Maybe what you think is not the true story behind this mysterious picture. " While I'm saying that, I remember how Cristelle and I fought. Everything she said flashed in my head.

Piles of rubble scattered everywhere and just to my far left is a tall broken down building that looks suspiciously like a castle. I noticed that the prince's expressions turned grim and that made my curiosity tingle. "What is this place?" I asked them. "It's the ruins of the former kingdom of Gija." Said Nate. He rode beside me so he could speak to me more clearly. "This is the kingdom of the Tamers. They control beasts and do their bidding." "What happened to them?" Nate's face hardened. "You don't want to know the details, but I'll give you a hint. Tereau."

“You came here as independent beings. You leave as a curated set. A collection.” He walked down the line, stopping before each. He cupped Willow’s chin. She didn’t flinch. Her eyes remained fixed on a point beyond him. “The Tool. Reliable, silent, and function over form.” He released her and she returned to her perfect posture. He stood before Amelia. She met his gaze boldly, a challenge and an invitation in her eyes. “The Debaser. Your mind is your greatest asset now. Your words will cut deeper than any cane.” He moved to Lola, running a thumb over a fresh bite mark on her shoulder. She whimpered, pressing into his touch. “The Receptacle. A masterpiece of sensory engineering. Built to be fi

“You didn’t come all this way to waste my time with pleasantries.” “I need a bargain,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “Everyone does.” I set the offerings on the table. Blood first, in a silver dish. Money stacked in neat piles. The hair bound with silver, glistening under candlelight. Eldra’s cracked eyes moved over them like she was appraising art. “There’s a girl,” I started. “At the college. Her name is Tamara Angel. She has power…” “Silver,” Eldra interrupted. My breath caught.

“Convergence, bridge of realms, you seek the blade. Prove your worth, or perish.” My wings unfurl, lunar light flaring, but the construct’s gaze pierces me, and the forge shifts. I’m no longer in the citadel—I’m in a Conclave chamber, centuries ago, Elara’s lunar mark glowing, her voice pleading. “Don’t trust Taryn,” she says, her amber-silver eyes meeting Jorah’s. “His Veilbinder pact with Voren will doom us.” Jorah’s aura, primal and steady, falters as Taryn steps from the shadows, his blade striking Elara’s heart. She falls, silver blood pooling, and Jorah roars, claws slashing, but Taryn’s shadows overwhelm him. I scream, my claws slashing air, but it’s a vision, a memory, and the constr

Someone had been slapping me and choking me, and they weren't holding back. Seem like the night was a success. I went to the door to close it, then to the safe to get my phone. As I walk past the mirror I saw ass and the tally marks. I counted in astonishment. 21 Talley marks. I expected to get maybe 8-10 max. Even now I could feel more cum falling down my leg. I scurried to the bathroom and pushed it out. So much cum it sounded like a water bottle being poured for a second. I also felt my hole getting pushed out from being so loose. It hurt so bad but felt so good. The toilet had a large puddle of cum, blood, spit and lube and I cleaned my self and flushed.

The stories she had shared with Theo melded with the narratives of the dream realm, creating a kaleidoscope of tales that danced before her in a mesmerizing display. As she wandered through this fantastical land, Mama Hazel encountered creatures of myth and magic, each one a guardian of stories untold, a keeper of secrets waiting to be revealed. The characters she met whispered of forgotten tales, of hidden truths, and of the transformative power of storytelling that bound their fates together in an intricate dance of destiny.