Tales From Tamriel Novels & Stories

"Well, this is a very old story my sweet. There are many different tellings of it. Some people do say he was a prince. Others tell it that he was a wandering knight in service to some ancient king, or else an elvish noble of the Fairy Court, lost and far from home. Some people even say he had wings like a bird, and he'd fallen down from a country above the clouds just to meet the girl. "An angel?" "Yes, you could call it that. It's just one of so many tellings. I've even heard one version where he's a shipwrecked pirate with a heart of gold, saved from the tides by the old witch out of pity." "That's silly. Pirates are the bad guys. He can't be a pirate." "You think a pirate is bad? That's n

I could taste his satisfaction like rot. The High Elder, a woman named Morven whose voice could flay skin, lifted the silver bowl. Inside, the Ritual of Truth swirled: water from the Moonwell, nightshade, and my own blood drawn at dawn. One sip and every lie would sear my throat like molten iron. One lie and I would choke on my own heart before I hit the ground. “Alpha Talim of Whiterod,” Morven intoned, “you are accused of defiling sacred law. Of taking an omega to your bed while bound to a Luna. Of betraying the goddess herself. Step forward and drink.”

Make them sit with it, the look he gave Aria said. She agreed. Finally, he straightened. “These are not stories from some far kingdom,” he said. “They’re from here. From our own lands. Under our own watch.” He looked at the Blackthorn wolves. “At mine,” he said. “At my father’s. At all of ours.” No one argued. “From this day forward,” Aria said, picking up the rhythm, “that changes.” She unrolled a scroll Talia had helped her draft the night before, the parchment creaking as it flattened on the table.

"Maia, are you really this stupid, or are you just acting? Someone could sell you out, and you'd still be there thanking the person who did it." His tone had shifted. It wasn't playful anymore. A cold chill began to creep up my spine. This wasn't some kinky game. He wasn't joking. "W-What do you want? Why did you tie me up?" "What does it look like? I caught myself a prime piece of meat, and I'm going to get a good price for it." A prime piece of meat. A good price. Suddenly, every horror story I'd ever read about women vanishing in remote areas flashed through my mind.

I stared into Zack's eyes, making sure he heard every word. "You lost me once?" His tears rolled down his cheeks and into the palm of my hand. "Yes, I lost you once. I saw your car explode in the fire, but by the time I got there, it was already too late… After you died, I begged the Moon Goddess. I wanted to trade my life just to have another chance for you." I looked at Zack in shock. "So you were reborn too?"

My stomach turned with revulsion that never quite faded. "Speaking of interesting stories," Thelma said, her words slurring more noticeably now as she drained another glass. "Has anyone told the old tales yet? The really old ones, from before the manor was even built?" "Old tales?" Madison perked up immediately, leaning forward with interest. "What kind of old tales?" "The dark ones," Thelma said with relish, clearly enjoying having a fresh audience. "The bloody ones. The ones that actually happened, not fairy stories."

They tore through the windows and the front door, a storm of fur and fury. Relief, so potent it almost buckled my knees, washed over me as they ripped the Tainted from my body, their powerful jaws snapping necks and tearing limbs just moments before venomous fangs could find me. My wounds began to knit closed, a slow, agonizing process, even with Eon dormant. They healed enough to stop the bleeding, but no more, leaving me a raw, blood soaked mess. Royal warriors flooded in behind my brothers, overwhelming the remaining Tainted with sheer numbers. How had they all gotten so close? Had Trisha’s heat, her intoxicating scent, blinded me that completely?

I felt said brother stirring beside me and went back to reading the note before he snatched it from me. Dear Twins, If you haven’t figured it out, this book is a fairytale rewrite of Robin Hood and a mature reverse harem book. Reverse harem means one female and multiple males, and in the end, the female gets all of them instead of having to choose. Don’t come looking for me, or you will just ruin the story. Though you have to at least try a bit because it’s expected. I’ll be at the castle trying to steal the treasure while you take on the train. What is going to happen at the castle? Well, you’ll find out soon enough. If I just tell you the story, it will ruin all the surprises. I will tell

Tales is now holding a dagger while pointing it on his neck. "You lose."

Dan sat down with a grin curling on his lips as he muttered to himself, “Best lesson I’ve ever taught." Another Book coming soon. More steamy, filthy, forbidden and brutal domination.