Windhelm Stories

I'm more then I look. I may be a giant flirt..but there's something hidden under that..

The brawl between dragon and man that determines the future of Skyrim, Tamriel and Nirn itself, a drastically complicated love story leading to horrible upheavals and leaving many in turmoil, and much more; all combined into a single book to tell the life of Kirstte, the Dovahkiin of Song and Legend. • {Not Finished} • I do not own the cover image, nor the characters of and in this book (with the exception of Kirstte); they belong to their respectful owners.

Two child hood friend's experience the dangers in Skyrim until Nari decides to give help where Freja thinks it shouldn't be needed .. that the saying " minding your on business " can get you along way in such dark times .

A Dunmer woman arrives home to Windhelm one night to find an almost frozen Nord toddler huddled near a wall in the graveyard on her way back to the Grey-Quarter. She takes her home, and ends up adopting her as her own daughter, but very few residents, Dunmer and Nord alike, approve of the little family. Will there be a happy ending for them, or will almost certain tragedy ensue? Maybe the plot will be "grey". Check back frequently.

Orphan. Mother died in childbirth and father turned drunk, Urda finds herself in the care of Honorhall Orphanage, Riften. But a chance adoption will change her life forever when a passing Knight takes her as his charge, and Urda becomes a Squire to the Vigilantes of Stendarr. Note - This is a follow on story from The Knight of Arkay - Leander Boreas

This is my first time doing a ONe-shot book...Hopefully this works? REQUESTS OPEN Acceptable Requests include Reader x Character Character x Character Oc X Character Girl x Girl Guy x Guy No lemons No Smut Only Fluff Child!Reader x Character Acceptable for Father/Mother roles

Since the death of Alduin the people of the great kingdom have been at peace. But there has now been a stir. News of a lost lead, a deep descendant of the mighty Dragonborn. As the great granddaughter of an honoured hero will you maintain the reputation of your heritage? Or will you be dragged down by the fiery claws of a fiend the land has not yet forgotten... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Please don't hate, this is my first story. A fanfic based on the video game Skyrim: elder scrolls V. This is one of my favourite games and inspired me to write this story. If you like it please add it to your reading list.* - Author 😊

At the Inn of Prancing Pony in Bree, Gandalf and Bilbo Baggins persuade Thorin Oakenshield and the Dwarves to obtain the Arkenstone... ... but their path leads them to Windhelm, by ship. They still need a strong wizard. But they don't know what to expect in Skyrim. The glory of the warriors, the fragile love, cheerful songs, drinking ale and finding freedom.

A bard trapped in the middle of a siege and forced to fight back. However, there is more to this bard than meets the eye. There is more to him than even he knows.

A young girl died in a freak accident! actually it was just truck-kun. She was a deep lover of skyrim and when her vision went black she heard the words that'll change EVERYTHING "Hey you....You're finally awake."

-cover isn't mine- please vote and comment if you enjoyed this, it's my first story ever!

The Dragonborn has finally made it to the Greybeards to undergo training in the way of the voice, but the dragon crisis has only grown worse. He quickly learns that it is not enough to kill them alone. The people of Skyrim have much more than dragons troubling them it seems. Cities have dark twisted secrets, and monsters come in all manner of forms.

"That's where it began, my idea. I felt an urge to unite men and mer so no one could feel what I had felt that night, but I was so far from this goal.........." Left with nothing to her name, Iera of Windhelm must forge her own path to stop a hatred as old as skyrim itself. Many challenges stand in her way: the racial hate her kind have faced for centuries, the elusive threat of the Thalmor, forbidden love and treachery. Yet many will rise and stand with her, perhaps even the legendary dragonborn....

Caught trying to cross the boarder and sees her old childhood friend, Mythrill is thrown into a destiny that was once unknown to her. During this she must also figure out her feelings towards her old friend and choose to side with either the Stormcloaks or the Imperials.

( I'm a huge fan of skyrim and I just adore this snarky altmer. ) Female DovahkiinXAncano. (I was also bored and decided to do this since I've been playing skyrim a lot lately. Currently looking for more missions to do on there x.x ) [ Finished ]

A Great War Era story

Everest is the daughter of Ulfric  Stormcloak. Her mother had past away when she was only an infant and she was left to be raised by her father. She has a sister that was a few years older then her. Her name is Mera. They where both raised to be great warriors. Mera went down the path her father had wanted and she is the leader of the Stormcloak remmants. She is always in the field and is only home for visits once in a while. Now Everest on the other hand went down a different Path. Yes she still is known as a Stormcloak but she's a bit different. She likes to disappear from the manor and come back a few hours or even days later. She's the heir of the throne when her father dies. He fought hard for her to be the heir because she was a female and not male. Everest was taught how to fight like a great warrior. She was also taught a lot of political things so she would make a good heir for the throne. Most people that didn't know the Stormcloaks personally would say she is just used as a heir to the throne so the family's legacy carries on but that's not that case. Her father cares for her dearly but just doesn't show it. He can be hard on her but that's only because he wants her to succeed. Everest decided to leave the palace completely for a while. Her life will change and she will be surrounded by love and death at the same time. This story takes place after Ulfric gets captured by the imperials.