They talked, smiled, laughed... and ignored. Why wouldn't anyone see what I perceive around myself? Why wouldn't they notice that there is an invisible being standing right beside the door, listening and watching their every movement? Why must the cloud receive lesser significance than the flying birds who share the same sky with the white apparitions?

The year is 224. The Dragondborn has killed Alduin, aided Jarl Ulfric, and then suddenly disappeared. As for Darinya Rose-Blade, she is just a girl from Riverwood. What happens when her parents die, and she leaves to live with her Aunt Lydia in Whiterun?

Running from a past life, falling by Chance upon fate, seeking a new purpose... A story of a thousand lives lived, told from the mouth of one.

Mila awakes from her sleep, looking around her stone and wood home in winterhold. "just a dream." she spoke out loud "well...another day of guarding the gates..." she spoke once more then put on her stormcloak armor, heading out the doors.

Following the opening chapter of TES V: Skyrim, Rathus the Argonian finds himself trundled off to Helgen, where a public execution awaits him and the others on the cart. However, the arrival of a dragon means escape - although he isn't alone in his endeavour.

"You don't know anything." My tone was calmer than death. That should've warned him that I was too dangerous to stay near him. That arrow found his chest before he saw me draw the string back. I had already nocked another arrow before he could move. It found its way to his eye, and the blood pooling around him in such deep, alluring, crimson drew me forward with hunger.

Shere khan has many secrets but will he fall and have the secrets vanish with the rest of Tamriel.

As Uvani watches his Silencer while he sleeps, he can't help but note how vulnerable he is. And how Uvani loves exploiting vulnerability.

What happens when you find out you're a Dragonborn but can't use a shout to save your life? Utter frustration!

A series of short (around 500 word) stories set in the Elder Scrolls games, exploring what it must be like for the NPC's to interact with the Player Character.

A short drabble poem about being a werewolf

(Version française de Littles Adventures of a Dragonborn) ["Une cachette parfaite" Renommé] Petite série de One Shot sur mon personnage, une Dunmer. Premier OS : Une cachette parfaite / Deuième : Journée de courses / D'autres à venir :)

[Renammed]A few One Shots with my character, a female Dunmer. First One : Perfect Hiding Spot / Second One : Shopping Day / More stories to come :)

In the fourth installment of the Selene Stormblade series, all seems right with the world as the Thieves Guild, under Selene's leadership, achieves prosperity. A visit from her patron goddess Kynareth, however, reminds Selene that she has other obligations. She has ignored the World Eater long enough, and it is time to fulfill her responsibilities as the Dragonborn. When

Jauffre may be old, but don't think he doesn't know what the Septim heir is up to.

Join Ilfhil, a Nord, as she seeks to make a name for herself in the rough terrain of Skyrim. Growing up with the glorious stories of the ancient Nordic heroes has inspired the young woman to seek her fortune and try to inspire the bards of Solitude to sing of her adventures. The Companions of Whiterun will help the young woman on her adventure and help build the Nord into a hero.

She awoke knowing nothing of her own past or of Skyrim. She only knew that was Dovahkiin and that she was Skyrim's only hope. With a fascination with blades, an ability to see into the very souls of people through their eyes, and a vague message from a voice in her head, she must learn why she's there and what she must do to fulfill her destiny. She is Arethis. She is Dovahkiin.

Hevnoraak obsessed over his resurrection, planning it continuously. The dying ages of the Dragon War are approaching. In his eyes, he will live forever. Reviews are appreciated.

Many a story shared with the drunks and bards of Skyrim have only been passed down through oral tradition. But now, the poet Rithec Wyrmscream has decided to make an account of the various tall tales, absurd anecdotes and strange stories the Nords and Redguards, High Elves and Orcs have all told throughout Skyrim! Featuring 20 stories, a tale for every inn and every tavern.

A Nord man named Var joins the Imperial legion and ventures into Reachcliff Cave, home to the Shrine of Namira, Daedric Prince of Darkness. What will he find within, horror or perhaps something else?

Tensions in a Morrowind tavern lead to conflict.

Elena swiftblade has been captured by a vampire what will he do to her as time comes and goes. WARNING VERY ADULT CONTENT

When their leader is slain, the Dovahkiin and Vilkas are driven only for vengeance. A snippet of a look into the Dragonborn's adventures with the Companions. F!Dragonborn - spoilers for said questline, character death, and mildly disturbing imagery.

Sindrel has seen a lot through the years, having been the Nerevarine, the Champion of Cyrodiil, and now the Dragonborn. She reflects back on previous experiences, as well as previous lovers, as she still searches for the one man she gave her heart to. Summary sucks, sorry, but please give it a read! Lucien/FDragonborn, Vilkas/FDragonborn, Xelian OC Dremora /FDragonborn

"The future cannot be known, and choices may always be made." That may be, but dealing with destiny in an alien land is made all the harder when you have your own demons to face. TES III: Morrowind novelisation (yeah, I know) but in an attempt to truly bring the game to life. Main quest/side quests, Julan Kaushibael spoilers. T for violence. Finished.