She was as useless as a broken dagger—unwanted and a waste of space. When he came along, all of that changed. He wrapped her in the darkness, giving her purpose, value, and a reason to live. Unable to keep herself from falling, she became addicted. DB fic

In the abandoned Castle Volkihar, the statuary Gargoyles continue to sit motionless in their stone skins. When the Arch-Mage of the College of Winterhold discovers something shocking about these "Gargoyles", she is determined to find one that's still alive. In doing so she will inadvertently open a window into the past…and a door to a new friend. Idea by Archodus Vaxal.

The stories of the heroes of Tamriel are told far and wide. The Elder Scrolls foretell their fate and guide their destiny, but little is said of them beyond their great feats. The bards forget that destinies are often curses, and that heroes are not made for peace. (A short series of around four oneshots. Includes the Nevarine, Hero of Kvatch, Vestige, and Dragonborn).

An interesting form of events occurrence the day I got Skyrim. Instead of playing the game, I made the beginnings of this character, Nadia, and what I thought her journey would be like through Skyrim. This would be me playing the game, as I wrote her story. Sadly, that never happened, till I needed to reinstall. So, now the time has come for me to tell this hapless woman's tale!

Failing to complete a destiny is one thing—but to turn your back to it deliberately is quite another. The free lands are enslaved and the world is perishing, suffering, burning. What future awaits the bleak of hope and heart, with heroes corrupted by ambition and lust and the Dragon Wars come anew—when the world's greatest dragonslayer is the right hand of the World-Eater himself?

The life of potions and ingredients at the University was a world away from the harsh terrain of Skyrim. With fate ushered in by a prophecy as ancient as the Elder Scrolls, a hero must answer his calling. But when a rebellion, betrayal, and Civil War disrupt Skyrim, such prophecies are better handled with company- even if this unlikely bunch has no idea what they are in for.

Curume finally gets her father to agree (reluctantly) that she could leave with the next person to come to their farmhouse asking for help. The daughter of an Imperial and an Altmer, she isn't usually well received by anyone who backs the Stormcloaks. Little does she know that the Civil War is the least of the problems going on out in the world. OC/Cicero in later chapters.

Uthard Mallory, ex-blade, and his newly acquired housecarl, Karlirah, are sent on a mission to assassinate the Dragonborn.

Whilst travelling, Iona discovers her Thane is a vampire. Fill from SKM Slight Iona X Female!Dovahkiin

When Eydis was a small girl, she was sold as a bride for the Emporer. In desperation her mother has Brynjolf steal her away and raise her in secret. Ten years later her first solo adventure goes terribly wrong when she is captured. On her way to the block she comes face to face with her estranged brother, Torygg's killer. DovahkiinxUlfric Stormcloak

Velwin Eolus, a small flame in a roaring fire. He travels across Cyrodill to find who brought an untimely demise to his own village to the far south. On the ways he will meet friends and enemies, trying his very will and resilience, and many times will he be put on the spot. But only time and courage can spin the wheel of fate for Velwin and his wayward companions.

The deadly flower Nightshade brings upon many feelings of lust. This is a Skyrim story between the Dragonborn and Ondolemar. Please enjoy, all I seem to write are lusty stories /

For hundreds of years, the Ayleids ruled over Cyrodiil, keeping the races of men crushed beneath their iron fist. That all changed when the Handmaiden instilled the heart of rebellion within a young woman, later to be known as Alessia. This is the story that was lost to history, of how her fight to free her people touched the ones who would become immortal in name and deed.

They are complete opposites. They always argue and get on each other's nerves but neither of them dare to leave each other's side. After retrieving his wolf, Kira is now traveling with Bishop by her side. But their adventures aren't what they expect. They meet new people, travel to new places and experience new emotions. But just how will this adventure end?

The world turns against Winterhold, and the skies turn dark. A hold stands against a nation. Allies are summoned and armies made. Blood freezes on the ice, and fear freezes men's hearts.

Skyrim was a land of many songs. Some were long silenced, others long suppressed. The dragonborn sang at the Throat of the World, Alduin's end, master of life and death, and she would listen to nothing, would give memory to no song but her own. But sometimes songs hear each other, remember themselves, and return.

Skyrim was her favorite place to feed, Firae had decided, glancing upon all the handsome faces that turned to stare at her beauty. She hadn't felt this full on sex in hundreds of years. The men of Skyrim sure did know how to give a woman the touch she craved. COMPLETE AND UTTER SMUT. Will have most of your favorite Skyrim hotties ;

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His voice and chant haunt the Dragonborn in her travels across Solstheim.

Ever since he was a boy, he would dream of a destiny he never thought he'd realize. He would live a life that never fit him, thinking it was all he was able to. Then came the day that a creature so different, yet so familiar attacked his home, and his destiny, long since thought impossible to him, finally came to fruition.

First in The Vampire and The God series: The brother has killed Harkon and now is leader of the Volkihar vampires, with pressure from more than one plane of existence to make it great, better than Harkon ever did. The sister, two years later, goes in search of her lost brother, following hints and stories from secret organisations and dangerous people.

Harkon has been defeated. Serana doesn't know what to do or where to go now. Her partner lingers by her side even in her moment of grief. Out of curiosity, she realizes she has never seen the face of the mysterious, silent creature. She has developed a deep love interest towards this Dragonborn. Now she wants to know what's underneath the helmet he has never removed...

A series of short stories based on the Imperial province of Skyrim...

There was a reason she was attracted to the winery: the skins of the grapes crushing and spurting out their red juices, the heady, intoxicating smell of fermenting wine, the different shades of Tamika's finest red vintages- that buffoon and lecher, Sir Lazare Milvan.

Everyones favorite Khajiit continues her missadventure in a new world as she is wrapped up in a war between former allies, and faces a horror she has never seen up close before. The fevered excitement of battle