"I am destiny's most lethal weapon." ~♦~♦~♦~ Running from her problems has never quite been Astrid's style, so skipping her home country to escape an arranged marriage is definitely something out of the norm. Something else out of the norm: dragons. Even in a land where the dead can walk, humans can shoot lightning bolts, and swords can catch fire, dragons are a legend in Skyrim, and even more of a legend is the hero sent to stop their uprising. But when myth becomes reality and Astrid finds the fate of the world at the tip of her battleaxe, the eighteen year old blacksmith must leave her life behind in pursuit of a destiny she never imagined. In a world where hearts are cold and winters are colder, can Astrid find her voice to save the land and herself? {Set in the world of The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim (which belongs entirely to Bethesda), this is a story that adheres GENERALLY to the main plotline of the game, with integral characters created by me. Although it is a fanfiction, those who are unfamiliar with the game may enjoy the book as well. } {Special thanks to: @DrWidAA for creating an awesome cover.}

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

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. ___

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...

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.

Maris' memory is a clouded one and a dark one. But somehow she found her self as the Harbinger to the companions. Though one companion in particular makes her life a living hell. Vilkas. But they must put their differences aside when Maris helps him to get rid of his beast blood.

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.