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. ___

Book Three of the Honor and Glory Trilogy Six years after defeating Miraak and saving the entire world for the second time, Ylva Sky-Shatterer finds herself in the middle of a new kind of adventure: motherhood. Her twin children, a boy and a girl named Jergen and Embla, keep her on her toes. They've already proven their natural battle prowess and inclination towards the warrior's way, not to mention tempers that burn brighter than dragon fire and wanderlust spirits. Even with the help of her husband, Ylva wonders how she'll survive raising these two into adulthood. But her temperamental and wild children become the least of her worries when an old friend brings her important--and terrifying--news. The Aldmeri Dominion's presence in Skyrim has tightened, and the wretched Thalmor now walk through the lands with a new authority. They punish indiscriminately, and they have no mercy. Ylva will not stand for the injustice, and now has to face her biggest challenge yet. She has to unite the people of Skyrim under one common battlecry and drive those High Elves back to the lands from which they came. In order to win, Ylva must rely on those she thought she'd never trust, and forge bonds stronger than Skyforge steel. In the end, she knows that they will either win, or Sovngarde will welcome them all. NOTE: Bethesda owns all rights to the Skyrim characters in this fanfiction. I only own my original characters, dialogue, and plot line. Prequel: To Kill A Dragonborn

Toril Stormcloud, an ancient Daughter of Coldharbour, has returned to her native home of Skyrim after being away for several hundred years. She's come back with a purpose, but her plans are derailed when she becomes a captive of the Imperial Legion. Alongside many Stormcloaks-including Ulfric himself-and a few other people, Toril finds herself being carted away to her execution. After a harrowing escape alongside one of her fellow prisoners, Toril resumes her mission, heading towards Morthal and an old crypt that holds something very important to her. Something equally as old as herself. Something equally as powerful. And she needs to get to it before others do. Others who would exploit the power within the crypt. So, with a newly turned vampire in tow, Toril heads for the crypt, ready to take on anyone inside. All she wants to do is protect her best and oldest friend. NOTE: All rights to Skyrim belong to Bethesda Game Studios. I am only writing a fanfiction, and all my original characters and dialogue belong to me.

I highly recommend you read my completed Skyrim works before reading this book. Sometimes, authors have ideas that look good in rough drafts, or in early versions of their works, but don't make any sense after they get done polishing up the story they're writing. Most authors would shrug it off and just leave the idea floating around, never to be seen by the public. Not me. No, I don't like to waste writing. I don't want to keep these crazy ideas to myself. I want to share them with the world. And that was where the idea for This is Our Home came from. This book is a collection of short stories that didn't make the cut when I was writing my other books. Features any characters from previous books and any characters that will be requested. Requests are always open. NOTE: This is not a reader insert book or one-shots book. This will all be written from a first-person perspective.

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.

200 years in the Imperial City's prison. 200 years and still everyday is hellish. Now it's time to escape. Go on a quest through time, through the eyes of a rebel. Find out what really caused the oblivion crisis. -- I would like to point out that ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO BETHESDA GAMES IF I HAD ANY THING TO DO WITH THE ELDER SCROLLS FRANCHISE I WOULDN'T BE WRITING FANFICTION I would also like to point out that this is an AU! Anyone who has played Oblivion will know that this is just an AU. Thank.

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?

Brynjolf x Dragonborn story. Brynjolf is the Thieves Guilds master thief, and second in command. He is in charge of the new recruits. One bright sunny day, a stranger walks into Riften, and to the market place. She immediately catches the mans attention, and maybe this mysterious girl would be the perfect thief. But under her bubbly shell, young Fae has a secret nobody would forget.I do not own Skyrim, only the plot. This is originally on Quotev, however I decided to put it on here too.

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

I, Kisvar, the only known Dragonborn, have defeated Alduin in Sovngarde. I joined the side of the Stormcloaks in the Civil War, and the Empire is subdued once and for all. Skyrim is at peace, and I am renowned across the Nine Holds. You might think my life has slowed down some now, right? That I'm taking a well-earned break from adventuring? .... No. I make my living as an adventurer, and in secret, as the Guildmaster of the Thieves Guild. I thrive on adventure and attention. You wouldn't take a break from breathing, would you? Didn't think so. Now I'm starting on a new quest, one that started with two strangely-dressed men and an order to kill me from some person named Miraak....