Madseth started dreaming Nerevar's dreams before he started remembering his previous life. They weren't memories; in fact they were very ordinary dreams – apart from the fact that they had nothing to do with Madseth's life. This is one of them. (Quadruple Drabble)

Ana, a former loyal High Elf, escapes and makes her way into Skyrim for a new life after she had been accused of murder. /Many things in this fanfic are either altered, canon to lore, or just made up by me. I love the Elder Scrolls series and tried to stay as close to the lore as possible. If I get something wrong, don't be afraid to let me know!/

She never expected to be more than an Imperial City street rat, but an accident of birth shoved her into the center of events that would rip Morrowind apart. For two centuries she's run from the guilt of destroying her adopted home and all she loved. Fate caught her in Skyrim. Now Almsi is realizing the ancient words 'dragon-born and far-star marked' have more than one meaning.

Arkayla Gray-Mane, an Imperial soldier.. who's really a Stormcloak! A soldier who runs with the Dark Brotherhood who plan to assassinate the Emperor? Who lives a peaceful life under the mighty Companions, with her eyes set on Vilkas as a potential lover; as well as being the daughter of Eorlund Gray Mane. Can she juggle the war, love, AND the Dark Brotherhood's future?

Recently Revisited!Sivanna is a werewolf, but no one can know, they must only see a Nord. She is destined for a life alone, until she meets another of her kind and begins to wonder if she could live an almost normal life. Is it safe to love and be loved, or will she lose her humanity to the wolf inside her? Vilkas/Oc Farkas/Oc pairing. MA for sexual content and language (spoilers)

Hadvar et Hel se connaissent depuis leur plus tendre enfance. Mais le temps, les routes qu'ils prennent et le destin qui les lie vont se jouer d'une histoire qui dans un autre monde, peut-être en Oblivion, aurait pu être autrement. Voici le récit que Sven, barde de Rivebois, conte encore aux oreilles des tous jeunes amants de passage.

Some short academic-style apocrypha, written for r/teslore about the Thalmor diplomatic effort in the decades before the Great War. Posting here for completeness because it's technically part of the Varo'verse canon.

The story of Elder Scrolls is one some are intimately familiar with. One dear to the hearts of many. But, while I may love the series, I didn't want to WAKE UP IN IT! Now, I have to deal with a boat load of people's problems, my own religious dilemmas, and, worst of all, my readers deciding my fate!(Not that I know that last one) SI/ Self Insert. I do not own TES. Poll on profile.

Arriving to Raven Rock, Bernadette and her friends set out to make sense of the unexpected threat posed by mysterious cultists from Solstheim. The island, however, proves much greater challenge than anticipated, keeping its ancient secrets close, hidden in treacherous frozen wastelands. Not many things turn out as planned...

After setting up camp for the night, a wood elf hunter is visited by a strange khajiit that offers to share a poem in exchange for food. Basically, I wrote a poem for a contest I was in and decided to write a random story around it.

Jump in the world of The Elder Scrolls. In this story we go to BlackMarsh the swamp homeland of the argonians. Where a great EVIL was seal away. Follow our hero as he learns of this EVIL and I destiny to destroy it.

Two stubborn Dragonborns. Tension ensues. I suck at summaries.

Niveielyn had everything. A loving adoptive father, a luxurious stronghold, and the freedom to come and go as she chose. Until she fled to Skyrim and became a nameless prisoner with a Destiny greater than she could’ve ever imagined.

She was brought to Winterhold, a child, an outsider, a freak. She spent her childhood growing up in a world her ancestors had once walked upon, long ago. Now, the people who dwell there fear her and her kind, and she greets them with a mutual kind of hate. Perhaps journeying Skyrim with an arrogant hero will eventually open up her heart. (Bad writer alert - rated M to be safe)

A girl runs from her past, while chasing her future. A Skyrim fanfiction, not centered around the Dragonborn. Warning; possible smut scenes in later chapters, 18 and up please. Read and Review. Constructive reviews are always welcome.

A story about the people in Skyrim and their interactions with the terrifying, and powerful, Dragonborn, the guy who regularly screws around with Daedric Princes and decided to wait a few months to save the world while they searched every nook and cranny for something shiny.

Minerva lived her entire life in the Imperial City until a chance encounter with a client changes her life forever. Forced to flee to Skyrim, she finds herself caught up in a web of murderers, thieves, and traffickers. Between Daedric influences and a certain Guildmaster she soon learns she will have to fight to protect her heart and soul from being ripped apart. OCxMercer Frey

The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea. Many think they would know what to do if in her place, but Marina knew the only way to fully heal was to find who she was before him. **crappy summary xx Captain Lonely-Gale tag. I can't believe no one writes about him lol**

After slaying Adluin, Tsunar Wolf-Brand has continued his adventuring career. After hearing of a group of vampire hunters called the Dawnguard, Tsunar decides to join

When an outlander makes an impression in Raven Rock, Teldryn's curiosity is piqued. Set during the Dragonborn DLC.

A Khajiit named Ja’Kloeer has been revealed to be the Dragonborn. This story will tell how Ja’Kloeer met various friends and defeat many enemies within Skyrim after the defeat if Alduin, Harkon, and Miraak. Disclaimer: Some characters are OC’s and others are from the actual game. I don’t own Skyrim, I’m just making a fanfic story. I’d love any feedback you give. Thank you! Enjoy!

Set in the early stages of the Companions questline. Stana had brought back the first fragments of Wuuthrad, and there was mead and feast aplenty. Later in the night, she noticed that Vilkas was missing, and found him out watching the stars. A small slice-of-life fragment.

Skyrim has never been hospitable to the Khajiit, viewing them as thieves and skooma dealers. Many resent the fact Akatosh saw fit to grace his gift upon a lowly fur licker rather than a hardy Nord warrior as it should have been. Khaziera encounters for more struggles than the World Eater and a Civil War. Sometimes she finds acceptance in the unlikeliest of places.

She just wanted to improve her fighting skills so she could get out of messy situations in her search of a place to belong. She didn't realize she was already in the biggest mess one could have and that the place she belonged was in the arms of the most infuriating man she had ever met! F!Db x Vilkas. As you can guess, there's also humor in this story. Rated M for adult content.

I am finally forcing myself to write the story of Dragonborn Gothic. It should be a good long story with lots of adventure. Please be aware that it contains adult themes.