Stormcloak Stories

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]

It was two hundred years after the Oblivion Crisis. A time of war. A time of confusion. A time in which everyone's metal was tested, that is, all except those in the Capital City of Cirodiil. Most residents of the capital city were, to say the least, priviledged; however, one young man's life was about to take a dramatic turn. A turn that would shake the world to it's very core.

Ven was nine years old when a raid destroys everything she knows and loves. She knows only one word to identify the people who did this, but that is quite enough- Imperials. A decade later, while returning from Cyrodiil, she is captured by the Imperials at the border and is sent to her execution unjustly. However, she meets the Stormcloaks, who fight for freedom from Imperial rule, and escapes her death thanks to a dragon attack, while learning she is not alone in despising the Empire. Ven is now going down a path of revenge and will stop at nothing to see it through. However, will it destroy her in the end? Or will she find peace instead? This is the story of the main quest line, followed by a much modified Civil War quest line. To my fellow authors Adhyanth and Malgeres for all the encouragement, input and motivation you give me. And to those who care enough to spend their time reading this, thank you. The sequel The Fall of Empires is here: http://my.w.tt/UiNb/1AC1Co5nKx

I'm thinking of doing a Teldryn Sero Fanfiction after I complete this story, but I do want to hear feedback on it before I complete this one. So feel free to give me any thoughts on what you all think. Okay, so the cover photo of my story is my Skyrim character Dalerica Shadowstorm. She does have a mixture of Dwemer and Nord within her and she has been around Tamriel for quite a bit if time. Dalerica and her family have lived in Valenwood, avoiding all the conflict of the world around them. Her mother, Enielle is a Dwemer, and her father Drolin is a Nord of Skyrim who has fought in many battles, and had a place in the Great War. Her mother's presence in Tamriel is unknown to many but Dalerica, her father and twin brothers, Ellrik and Alaric. They live in seclusion on the South end of Valenwood, in a cottage miles from salvation. Drolin has trained Dalerica for many years so, her skills are beyond any others she has met a match with. Any who dare crosses blades with her are going to find that she is far more skilled than looks can bare. Dalerica is shorter than most but, that doesn't stop her from kicking ass and leaving a stray bandits head on a pike. Though her mother and father forbid her to leave the comforts of home, she ends up disobeying both of her parents and finds adventure of her own. And her sights are set on the Western horizon towards Skyrim. Tell me what you think of this very short and lousy description of my character. I promise I have more to tell about Dalerica. I just cannot find a longer and proper way to describe her....for now. Give me some feedback! I'd love to hear your thoughts! Ps: Everything in this story belongs to Bethesda! I only own my character! None of it belongs to me! I may add new characters but that is a MAYBE. Once again I don't own anything but MY own character.

Skyrim-based roleplaying book, attempting to keep it canon compliant and lore friendly.

Freya War-Hammer is a pretty broken Nord but you wouldn't be able to tell. After her mother betrays her brother and her,her father dies, the only person left she loves leaves for ten years and she's called to fight a losing battle? I don't blame her. She's fiery, fierce and beautiful. She's also skilled (not really she's horrible,) with the thu-um and un paralleled with a war-hammer. Try not to cross her, you play with fire. You get burned.

This is the story of the last Dragonborn - a mortal with the blood of a dragon. This is my story. But I'm not just the Dragonborn, I'm also Freyja, Guildmaster to the infamous Thieves Guild and a Nord whose homeland has been torn apart by civil war. I have managed to avoid choosing sides until now. With the return of Alduin the World Eater Skyrim must unite under one banner and fight as one or we will all perish. Convincing the determined Ulfric Stormcloak to listen to reason however is more difficult than I ever imagined. But unless I figure out a way to end the war and unite everyone to fight Alduin Ulfric will be the least of my problems. Skyrim and all of its entities belong to Bethesda.

A story about a young man leading the remnants of the Stormcloak Rebellion 10 years after it's founder's death.

A journey to reclaim a homeland is underway and a quest to slay a dragon is at hand. But on the eve of their departure, Thorin Oakenshield and his company are joined by a strange golden Elf who wields the even stranger power of the Thu'um who insists that she is the one to slay Smaug and so their quest begins. ~A humorous parody retelling the events of the Hobbit with the Dragonborn of Skyrim with a cast of characters she brought along from Tamriel, as well as several others.~

All Kyra Nightingale wanted was to be alone and free, but fate seems determined to force her down a different path. When the line between predator and prey becomes blurred, she must shoulder her responsibility to defeat Alduin, while trying to figure out a girl who seems dedicated to bringing down her carefully constructed walls. And all the while, a new darkness is rising. SLASH.

Eira Fellstar of Ivarstead is a Nord by upbringing and by choice, and that's all that matters. Growing up with a large family in a small village, Eira has always done her best to be a good daughter and a dutiful citizen. But when High King Torygg is slain by Ulfric Stormcloak and the land plunges into Rebellion, Eira is forced to abandon the life she knows. Eira follows a path Northward - to a Destiny she did not know she had.

It's been years since Kira saved the world from a bloodthirsty tyrant of a Dragon and ended a civil war. When she's called back to Solitude to stand at Ulfric's side, she gladly returns, bringing a certain red headed thief with her. Everyone in Skyrim knows the two have feelings for each other and a plan is hatched by her brother in arms to make them realize it. Follow her as she relives that journey that turned her from a mere adventurer, just looking to explore, into a warrior of legend and song.

This story starts off about an Imperial girl named Raesa Quintus who lived just outside of Whiterun on a farm with her mother, father and older brother Larus. Her father was taken off to war when the Stormcloaks were moving in too close to Whiterun. As Raesa grew older, she held onto the promise that her father would return home after the war had ended. Raesa had always wanted to adventure, she dreamed of it ever since she was a little girl. Unfortunately, Raesa's mother fell ill with an illness not even the Dragonsreach Mage could cure. So she decided it was time for her to leave the little farm house and set off to the College of Winterhold because just maybe they could find a cure, for time was running out for Raesa's mother. But during her quest, Raesa found herself meeting many unfriendly people, including one who devoured dragon souls. But when it's family on the line, you would do whatever the cost.

"You seem awfully melancholy, ma'am. May I ask what's ailing you?" He is sincere in his words, but I know he's just asking to be polite. "Aye, the better question is what isn't troubling me," I mutter gloomily. Before the kind Bosmer can respond, his rude Nordic friend interrupts. "You look like you just crawled out of a cemetery. Are you sure you aren't one of those draugr come back to life?" He laughs and claps the Bosmer on the back heartily. A humorless smile plays on my lips, "Don't worry, friend." I put extra venom into the word 'friend.' "I've been dead far too long to come back to life." ••• Winter Iron-heart is a Stormcloak soldier with a heavy weight on her shoulders. She carries the burdens of guilt, sorrow, and regret. After helping the Stormcloaks to victory, she should be happy. Relieved. Joyous, even. But Winter can't forgive Ulfric, her fellow soldiers, or herself. Herself especially.

Based on the main storyline of Skyrim, Mimzi is a young Nord returning to her homeland after 9 years of trying to escape haunting memories from her childhood. As soon as she returns, she is arrested among the clash of a recent civil war ambush, and taken for execution. Before her death comes to pass- a monstrous, black-scaled dragon attacks the town of Helgen; after centuries of the creatures among legend. Escaping with her life, she is soon hurdled into a journey of discovering dormant power, and a prophecy that depends on her to stop the dragons, before they eat the world.

The return of Emmeranne Ashstorm.

A recollection of my amazing Skyrim adventures. All things Skyrim belong to the creators of Skyrim, like, duh. This is gonna stupid so bare with me. Please comment if you have a question, or want more. Cover art was not made especially for this, but it's by Zerrmichter from Deviantart so go check them out.

"We're the children of Skyrim, we fight with our lives. And when Sovngarde beckons, every one of us dies." - Age of Oppression [no longer updating] A book of one-shots for the one and only Skyrim! I created this mainly because I have ideas for my fanfiction that I haven't quite gotten round to making yet and I have terrible memory, and also because I feel like there aren't enough of these on here :P Cover art by Xioniko The Elder Scrolls belong to Bethesda