Marcurio, a mercenary magician, is hired by the mysterious Dovahkiin for the second time. But this time, he's been recruited to accompany her in her attempt to uncover her past and find out why her first memory is of her waking up outside Skyrim's borders in the middle of a Stormcloak/Imperial skirmish. This is a story injected into my personal Skyrim character and experience. It's a creative spin on the existing characters and situations, giving it more life and reality than the mindless video game characters in the game. "This is, without a doubt, the best book I've read on Wattpad. I cried at times, laughed at some, but overall, I absolutely loved this book. Marcurio is <3 " -BaleighCam "This was the best story I have read in a LONG time." -Minnesota_Writer "I love how original this story is. It's perfect." -Vidjauser "i love this so much. you're amazing...." -The_Nightshade_Thief " *explosion of feels* " -Wolfheart_thefangirl Best rating: #2 in elderscrollsv Disclaimer: If you're not familiar with the game Skyrim, this may be confusing. Everything except my Dovahkiin and the story belongs to Bethesda.

Y/N never knew that joining the thieves guild would mean getting her heart stolen. (Contains spoilers to the Thieves Guild main quest, some light hearted and some very serious emotional chapters. You have been warned) ~~~ART IS NOT MINE AND BELONGS TO ITS BEAUTIFUL, TALENTED, RIGHTFUL OWNER!!! IF YOU ARE THE OWNER OF ANY ART THAT IS USED PLEASE JUST COMMENT IF YOU WANT IT TAKEN DOWN! I DO NOT MEAN TO OFFEND ANYONE!!! THANK YOU~~~

Sizaan Kulaas was a curious and adventurous young girl bound to an oath to remain within the confines of her home, High Hrothgar, and care for Paarthurnax as his Vahlok (guardian). One day Paarthurnax isn't the only one she finds at the Throat of the World. Alduin is instantly captivated by her but she was less than impressed with him. After a few more misencounters with the inexplicably human World Eater, Sizaan finds herself banished from her home until Alduin can find a purpose for his new life. They were just beginning to find their way when their journey is inturrupted by two hooded figures with a mysterious ultimatum and a dragonslayer with a bone to pick.

this is a story about a young Cicero before he was insane and there will be a story to show how they meet again after he had gone crazy #skyrim #Cicero

[SLOW UPDATES] [EDITING] Y/N thought he was like every other guard; but she was very wrong. Begging to be anything other than a boring guard, she decided to take him on an adventure. Maybe she'll discover that not all Whiterun guards are bland. -if you own the cover art picture and you are not okay with me using it please to not be afraid to contact me ASAP!-

This is an Alduin x Female!Dovahkiin story. Down below are some things you should view before reading this story. This story will contain the following: Emotional Themes Pregnancy Fictional Shouts(ones that are not in the game) Death Drinking Sexual Themes Here are some things I would like to say to those who read this fanfiction: Kind Comments are Welcomed! Questions are Welcomed! Thank You for reading my story!

What do you do when the person who saved your life is also your enemy and who your destined to kill. Highest ranking: #1 in Alduin

BRYNJOLF X READER X MERCER FREY ~ A new member is introduced for the Thieves Guild by Brynjolf. However, she seems to have a difficult past with one of the new members. Her beauty and skill don't go unnoticed by any of the male members and causes tension to raise incredibly between the men. Who will win her heart? And how far will they go to get her back as an unpleasant event makes her run away? ~ [All artwork used in this story belongs to their respective owners, Skryim and their characters belong to Bethesda, you belong to you. The storyline and my OCs belong to me]

Sorry to say but the story is discontinued. I started it like two or three years ago and don't want to continue it. It's pretty trash lmao.

They say the ones who seek power shouldn't be trusted with it. "I've never been one to lead. Never desired it, never cared for it. Don't want it." Perhaps Brynjolf was hinting at a deeper fear when I asked him why he couldn't be the guild master. At the time, his response seemed ordinary: some simply do not desire the will to power, never cared for the drudgery that comes with it. I began to wonder: why was it that such a man-with all of his business sense, experience, and compassion-how could this man turn his nose up at steering the ship when he could do it so well?