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.

Rai has a heart of gold. It's the only thing in her life she has room for. Never staying in one place for long, it's also the one thing that stays consistent. Arriving in Skyrim wasn't going to change anything. Neither was joining the Thieves Guild. It was supposed to be a quick way to earn coin before moving on. What Rai hadn't planned on, was getting swept up in a shadow war where nothing is as it seems. With her past biting at her heels, she really didn't have time for it. But Fate is a fickle mistress. The Elder Scrolls is a fun world built and owned by Bethesda. My only intent is to enrich characters and a story arch they already lovingly constructed. I just play here.

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.

Book Two of the Honor and Glory Trilogy After the unexpected attack on Jorrvaskr, Ylva Sky-Shatterer has discovered a note that talks about the small island of Solstheim and some strange man called Miraak. The name Miraak sounds so familiar, like she should know him, but the meaning of the name eludes her. Whoever this man is, he sent two people to kill her, and now she must find out why. So her husband, Vilkas, his brother, Farkas, the Companions's new recruit, Tyra, and Ylva are to set out to Solstheim. They have to find out who this Miraak is, and soon. Ylva has no idea what to expect, but she does know one thing. This adventure will end with either Miraak or herself at the end of the other's blade. NOTE: I do not own Skyrim, its quest lines, or its dialogue. I only own my original characters and dialogue. Prequel: Honor and Glory Sequel: Victory or Sovngarde

//probs on hold// (I actually thought of this as a story for a dark elf character I play as, called Kayl Razorheart. It's not 100% set up like Skyrim, however.) I also changed her name, to better fit a dark elf. Demaia Evoia is a dark elf, born and raised in Morrowind. She left home when she was a young adult, her heavy heart in tow... Dragonborn are faced with many quests, opportunities, and problems. But they're powerful, like the dragons themselves. The dovahkiin (dragonborn) legend has been told from the dawn of time. But after the banishing of Alduin, no one suspected one to rise. Much less a dark elf, one of the most hated races in Skyrim.. She arrived at a bad time, the civil war between the imperials and stormcloaks raging on, the death of High King Torygg and rebellion of the infamous Ulfric Stormcloak. The rise of the thieves guild and the dark brotherhood. Hell broke loose in Skyrim, and she was first to blame. Can her dark heart shed light on Skyrim?

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.

*A tale set in the world of Skyrim* *The first in the Arch-Mage Trilogy* The Dragonborn has disappeared. Alduin has yet to be destroyed. Rowlen Mabierre, a Breton, joins the College of Winterhold in the hopes of becoming powerful enough to do what the Dragonborn did not. However, his ultimate goal is tossed aside when he and his classmate discover something hidden deep within Mzulft. Meanwhile, the Arch-Mage of the College embarks on a journey across Skyrim.... Disclaimer: I do not own any of the media images used in this story. The plotline and characters mentioned in this story belong to the author. The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim is a copyright of Bethesda Game Studios. Mature content: Profanity and violence, sexual themes. Reader discretion advised.

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

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

Gwynyn D'arbel is a young Breton hoping to find adventure in Skyrim. Instead, all she gets is arrested. After narrowly escaping a dragon attack, she heads to the one landmark she knows: Whiterun. She fights for the right cause and has a spark in her eyes, and is happily accepted by all in Jorrvaskr. But Vilkas sees her as more than a sister...