Scrolls Stories

It has been three months since the dragonets "prophecy" came to fruition. Every Tribe was trying to adapt to the new peace. For one particularly stubborn tribe (cough cough, Nightwings, cough cough), they were having a rather rough time. Though one rude little bastard adapted slightly faster (mostly due to not wanting to starve again). - Example dialogue: (this is used in the story) There were only ten Dragons standing in front of Stargazer. They were all wielding spears and unfortunately they were not Nightwings. They could only watch as the flames from the torches gradually went out on the floor. Fateseakers silhouette could vaguely be seen plucking the heads off of the fallen Dragons like flowers in a field. A ripping sound could be vividly heard as Fateseaker grabbed each Dragon by the throat. Followed by a thunk and crunch as Fateseaker slammed the decapitated heads into ground below, turning them into mush. Stargazer finally managed to pull two of the Guards far enough apart to see what was happening. She saw flames filling the area as the Dragons were torn apart. Without any care for any of their comrades. The Dragons on the ground began to spew flames in any direction they could, unsure of exactly where Fateseaker was due to a mixture of pure panic and darkness. --- (A story about Breaking "Fate") WIP chapters are technically "finished", but I'll add more details, better grammar, etc. The edited chapters will have a (rewritten # times) at the beginning.

During the Three Banners War of the Second Era, Regina Marie-- a gifted Breton ice mage-- never dreamed her future with Daggerfall's Mages Guild would collide with the Daedric Prince of Insanity. But when the Madgod sets his sights on the Guild, his schemes unravel her plans and pull her into challenges that test her magic, her willpower, and even her very sense of self. Yet as Regina fights to outmaneuver a god, she begins to realize that Sheogorath's interference isn't random-- it's personal. The Madgod's obsession threatens to consume them all, dragging her closer to the chaos she's sworn to escape. Now this untested mage must tread carefully, resisting the dangerous allure of Sheogorath's madness... or risk becoming his unwilling muse in a twisted symphony of disorder. -------<br /> Rated 18+ for steam, graphic violence, language, and potentially triggering scenarios. *Dark Romance*<br /> READ BEFORE YOU REPORT: This story is ALSO posted on my Ao3 under TheFallenFromGrace. It's not stolen. In fact, it's got a little more than Wattpad because I don't post smut here. I'll say it again a little louder for the people in the back-- THIS STORY IS NOT STOLEN.<br />

Gin-Tah Xersilas is the latest in a long line of Tribe Xersilas in the 4th era. Yet he had spent much time unaware of his heritage due to being raised by more liberal-minded Nords, who've also had long standing ties with his ancestors. But the preeminent wyrm of Akatoah, Alduin, and the dragons have begun to return in this age. Gin-Tah, in the midst of the return of the dragons, finds himself navigating loyalties and secrets.

When the end comes for Skyrim, there is nothing Jake, the Dragonborn, can do. He, his children and companions must travel with him to the island of Solsthiem to survive the chaos back in their homeland of Skyrim. Stay with us and enjoy a marvelous story about survival, passion, heroics and more. PS: Please leave comments about what you think of the story, and if you like it, vote for it.

When you find yourself in a troubled town, you don't know what to think. But when you enter a world famous restaurant known for its delicious sauce, you fall head-over-heels for a mysterious waiter. But his past is catching up to him. Will you two star crossed lovers conquer all odds and stick together, or will his incredibly violent history tear you apart?

The fantasy worlds of neromashin will meet the destructive power of the dovakiin, the dovakiin has arrived to rid the world of the wickedness and slay the evils. I don't own any of these properties they belong th their original creators.

People in the form of dead thralls are suddenly causing an uprising in Skyrim. They're zombies, but it isn't just a sickness or disease plaguing the land, it's something more than that. Who knows if the Dragonborn can solve this problem?

Shoriba is a Khajiit raised in the harsh lands of Reaper's March. It was there that she learned to use a sword, and it was there that she found work as a mercenary. She fell into a group led by a Khajiit named Dro'bil and kept the keep of Greenhill safe from bandits. When Dominion soldiers take the mercenaries job, they are forced to disband, sending Shoriba far away from home and onto the island of Auridon.

"Welcome to the land of everlasting ferocity. The land where children lay bruised and battered, when old, wicked men roam the streets, all seeking for the vengeance they shall never accompany. As the fair stone towers fall, surrounded by a savage fire slowly burning out what is left behind, my friends, that is the time when we will get what is ours, and that is time, when I get who is mine, and mine only. Right now, in this chamber, I address to you, my brothers! I address to you that if we walk out empty-handed out of the battle, we are already dead. But there is a significant difference between the death of a coward, and the death of a martyr. The death of a courageous warrior, who feared none and hadn't daunted to paint the land red with his blood to regain what this region deserves!" -Ulfric to his fellow soldiers In this story, you accompany Ulfric on his journey from an eager Imperial Soldier to a demolished Stormcloak and encounter his very first collusion of worldly affairs such as love and loss. Involves mature content that may not be suitable for every audience.

A young Dark Elf brought up in a fairly average Morrowind family embarks on a journey which leads him to the discovery that the shocking explanation behind his unusual appearance also puts him in the unlikely position of being Tamriel's sole champion in the face of a terrifying and diabolical enemy.

This is the background story for my Khajiit dagger only character, Emdaro, in Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. It shows her story of what happened to her and what she aims to do within Skyrim.

Its actually a poem that I wrote... In Dragontongue and yes! it actually translates to English!!! I spent ages writing this!!! (mainly because its in a fictional language) I uploaded the translation! :D read and enjoy!

Nalimir had lost everything when he was young. Now after leaving the dark, depressing city of Dementia he returns to become captain of the guard. Now he works frivalously to solve the many crimes committed in the streets of Dementia while also trying to raise his political reputation so that me my become the new Duke of Dementia, but that is just the beginning....

I adjusted my child's mammoth fur blanket and held him closer to me, feeling he was the most precious thing I had ever been given the honor to touch. I hugged him tightly, his head peaking out over my shoulder. Jiro kissed him on the crown of the head, starting to cry, and I did the same. I kissed him once more and whispered my final words to him, "I love you so so much, Apollo, my son."

The continuation of The Grey Hearthfire; a young woman steps into a burnt village to retrieve an item. The story is not as emotional as the first one.

❛ beasts can only last in a cage for so long. ❜ ( based off of tes v: skyrim ) ( multiple relationships ) ( mature content! )