Book One of the Honor and Glory Trilogy After training for over a year to fulfill her destiny as Dragonborn and defeat Alduin, Ylva knew she would need a challenge. Joining the Companions in Whiterun seemed like the only guild she could ever call home. But she still doesn't feel quite settled. None of the Companions know she's the Dragonborn, the savior of Skyrim. And she doesn't want them to know. What would they say if they knew? Would they respect her? Or would they hate her and tell her to leave? Would they scoff at the idea that a woman barely into her adulthood had been the one to save them? Maybe not all of them, but Vilkas, one of the most respected members within the Circle, and one of the most honor-bound men she has ever met, can't seem to fathom that thought. Because of this, Ylva doesn't know if she could ever tell her new family who she truly is. NOTE: I do not own Skyrim, the Companions, or any of the dialogue from this game. This is a fanfiction and a fanfiction only; I only own my original characters and dialogue. Sequel: To Kill A Dragonborn

Femke, a Nordic-Bosmeri woman, has come to Riften to start over. She thought she was ready for adventuring in the big, wide world outside of her meager home in the mining colony of Dawnstar. She couldn't have been more wrong. After several mishaps and roadblocks, she stumbles to Riften, footsore, hungry, and with no money to her name, in hopes of finding some good, honest work. But no one seems to trust her because she has elven blood. Turned away and alone, she is found by two members of a mysterious organization operating within Riften. One, a Nordic man called Brynjolf, takes pity on the poor human-elf and offers her a job, and if she does well, a spot within the "Guild," as he puts it. NOTE: If I owned Skyrim, I would have no need for writing fanfictions just for the heck of it. I only own Femke and my original dialogue. Everything else is credited to Bethesda Game Studios.

Helvia Abgrall, a naïve and restless young Breton farm girl, leaves her comfortable and uneventful life at her family's farmstead in High Rock in hopes of attending Skyrim's College of Winterhold, as she longs to learn more about magic and how to use it, as well as to improve upon her own natural aptitude. However, she's anything but prepared for the journey that lies ahead of her. She's inexperienced, clueless, nearly incapable of fending for herself, and her lack of common sense is almost unreal. However, she's determined to make a better life for herself than the one she had before, and her resolve alone might just be enough to help her reach her goal. Well, that is, if things were going in her favor to begin with. There is another force that seeks to divert her path to a less pleasant venue, and it is far stronger than she is. In order to keep herself from losing sight of why she even left home in the first place, she'll have to stay ahead of a surprisingly powerful, on-the-rise faction in a foreign land - and she won't be able to do that alone. This aspiring mage will travel alongside pickpockets and pariahs, mercenaries and monarchs, and many more intriguing inhabitants of the province of Skyrim on the way to achieving her dream - and, just maybe, she'll befriend a few of them along the way way. But her path will not be an easy one - at least, not the one that she's hoping to take. She will have to make sacrifices and learn to adapt to unfavorable outcomes, and, in the end, she may learn that following her dreams might not be in her best interest.

Being Maven Black-Briar's granddaughter, Mira has never really wanted for anything. The Black-Briars are the most respected family in Riften and their reach extends to most of the other Holds throughout Skyrim as well. No one will dare hurt Mira's feelings or deny her anything she wants, because if they do, Maven will hear about it. She can do anything she wants except for the thing she wants to do most. She wants to become an adventurer, but her family would never allow such a thing. Instead she is being groomed as part of the most influential family in Skyrim, and hates every second of it. Mira's boring life is turned upside down when she is framed for murder, but saved by an unknown stranger. Thrown out of everything she has come to know, Mira must discover her new path while dealing with a dangerously handsome man who grows more complicated the closer she comes to understanding him.

Book 2 in the Scrolls Series. Sequel to Moonlight's Embrace. http://www.wattpad.com/myworks/11020035-moonlights-embrace-a-skyrim-fanfic Rated T for use of strong language, graphic violence, suicidal topics, and sexual themes. This is going to be a bit darker than its predecessor. Note: The updated version is in the works. I'm keeping this up for memory's sake, but I'll put the link in this description once it's finished. Ranked #1 in Morrowind 09/05/19 Ranked #1 in Oblivion 09/24/19 ... I was never the hero my mother was. I can't go near a cave without shaking, and just talking to people makes me nervous. Besides, I'm a mage. Those traits put together equal someone not worth being. Magic may have made me an outcast in Tamriel, but in this new land, it made me a champion. Mystery, lunacy, and a heart split in two. I don't know why I feel drawn to it, but I need to get away. Or... do I?

Frea, is a young nord who has grown up nearly her entire life in Valenwood along side of her scholar parents, and her adoptive sister, Viola, a bosmer and nord mix. She has always been happy, despite the problems with the thalmor, and shielding her sister from their threats. However after Viola leaves because threat is to much for her to handle as she gets older, and Frea's mother dies leaving her father to become more and more distant to the world, there is nothing left for her in Valenwood, so she travels north back to her homeland of skyrim that she left when she was ten years old. She has never killed a man, and barely knows how to fight. She has learned what she could of the bow from Viola, and is rather talented with swords, from practicing on dummies, and hunting. Frea is not a dragonborn, that is her sister's job. If you read viola's story "back to home" they are both intertwined. Rate and comment if you want :)

Viola, a bosmer is returning to the place where she grew up once again, after living in Valenwood for years with an adoptive family. She had been in wandering around skyrim, morrowind, and cyrodiil for years now, doing jobs with the thieves guild, and not thinking much of it. An agreement when she was young made with a daedric lord finally caught up to her, and leaves her views on life changed forever. She doesn't know that half what has happened can be tracked back to her ten year old self, and wishes, and it's a good thing she only knows so much. Along with her curse (or is it a blessing) comes the luck in her blood of being the dovahkiin. Life gets hectic, and though she is supposed to be a leader, she has no idea how to handle it all yet, but she's learning.

{Reader Insert: Reader x Brynjolf} {Sequel: Hell of a Life (Being re-written)} You hear the gossip of the Thieves Guild, and are curious as to why it has recieved such word. Just before you make yourself run through the Ratways, you stop at Honeyside -- your home for years. When a red headed man stops you, you soon realize he is from the infamous Thieves Guild. He, alone, gives you quite the time to remember -- with a little romantic twist on the side. [DISCLAIMER INSIDE]

Things are moving a little to quickly. A girl, only in the starting years of adulthood, returns to Skyrim from the hot and barren place of Elsweyr. Using her wits and feminism to her advantage, she makes her way to Riften, earning a few extra septums here and there. As she returns to the once bustling trading city, good and bad memories surface themseleves. Will she keep her freedom she fought so hard to gain, or will one stupid mistake cause her past ti catch up to her? (Bethesda Studios owns the name and franchise of Skyrim, I only own some characters and the main story line. )

I don't know what I did to deserve this. Sundering of my soul, the destruction of all I held dear. Well, that's a bit dramatic, but hey. I've got to tell my story, don't I? Though I'll admit... perhaps the savior of the world isn't quite so honorable as she should have been. Let's get the exposition over with-- Why in all of Tamriel did I sell my goddamn soul?! ------- Hello! This story is currently being rewritten as Moonlight's Eclipse. It's quite the improvement! Take a look at my profile if you're interested! -------- Highest rankings: #1 in Brynjolf (01/05/19, 09/18/23) #1 in Scrolls (06/22/18) #1 in Skyrim (09/13/20, 11/02/22) ------- Morning Star=January Sun's Dawn=February First Seed=March Rain's Hand=April Second Seed=May Midyear=June Sun's Height=July Last Seed=August Heartfire=September Frostfall=October Sun's Dusk=November Evening Star=December ----------------------------- Original description: Are you kidding me? I went to Riften for a break. Being an adventurer isn't exactly an easy job all the time. Yet the first thing I do is get mixed up in the Thieves Guild. I must be a damn genius. Contains suggestive themes, strong language, alcohol use, and heavy descriptions of gore. Rated PG-13. ___