Sequel to The Price of Vengeance. Time keeps marching on, regardless of who it tramples in its passage. And yet, most people don't notice how its route is always a circle. Civilizations rise, and fall. At the end of the day, that is the one truth: change is the only constant. My name is Sha'ir al'Arakh. My men know me as the Desert Viper. I have led campaigns, have killed more than I kept count of, and generally, am someone you shouldn't really piss off. The last battle I'd fought was when Hammerfell chased out the Aldmeri Dominion. I harbor a particular hatred for them after all they'd done to my country. Even years later. So when they attack Skyrim when I happen to be there on a trip, of course I get involved. After all, simply sheathing a sword doesn't change its nature. It remains what it was forged to be, waiting for a new reason to be withdrawn. And it looks like I have one now to unleash all I'd locked away these past few years. I am Sha'ir al'Arakh. And this is my story.

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?

A child is brought to Jorvaskr and raised among the warriors there, a sibling to the twins Vilkas and Farkas. Born a child of the Daedric Lord, Hircine, she ends up the Quarry of the Wild Hunt. The worst part? She's trapped in his realm, the Hunting Grounds. Finding her way back to Nirn may cost more than she knows.

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 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.

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.

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.

The Civil War in Skyrim ended 7 years ago. The Stormcloaks beat the Imperial Army fair and square ... Well, with a little help from the Dovahkiin. But now there is a new problem rising. The cities of Skyrim are turning poor as merchants stop coming, stopping the trade between them. Can Vivian - the Dragonborn - find out what is happening? This problem added to everything else, including possible romance and fights to the death, means that the Dovahkiin has a very hectic and unique life! Where do her loyalties lie? Any nice comments or constructive criticism appreciated!!

Dusk lived a normal life in Solitude with her family, but she had always suspected something was off. She wasn't like the other Dark Elves, and was particularly good at thieving. Then she became an adult, and her parents gave her a journal instructing her to travel around Skyrim in search of her birth parents. But as her journey becomes longer, things become more complicated. Questions arise about who and what she truly is. Will she find her true mother and father, or will she be crushed trying? ~Completed on the 26th of May, 2015~ Disclaimer: I do not any part of The Elder Scrolls, only what I create.

What if The Last Dragonborn was a twin, and his brother was roaming Skyrim. Eventually, the two will reunite when the time comes.