Moth leaned down towards Nelcara, her body fragile and broken as she laid upon the bed. He didn't have much time. "Run", he commanded into her ear, hoping she could hear him. If the Gods were good he might find her again. A year ago, running from the Thalmor had never been on their minds. Granted, then Moth was still just a soldier and Nelcara a farmer. Maybe if they hadn't met...

Cicero ponders upon his life as he sets out to fulfill the last contract of his career. Soon the jester will be dead, and Cicero's new life as Keeper will begin.

"Ata, tell me a story!" Erissa chirps. "A story, hla julikal?" Ata asks. "Surely you're old enough to get to sleep without a story?" In which the Dragonborn weaves a story for his youngest daughter.

Aela's chair clattered violently as she stood, her palms braced on the table and her eyes wild. "We're going to finish them," she hissed. "By the time we're done with them, the Silver Hand won't even be a stain in our history. We're going to wipe them out." After Skjor's death, the Dragonborn and Aela set out to avenge him-but they might destroy the Companions in the process.

It began in the waning years of the third era, when, in a boarding house within a great stone wheel of a city, you lay down to sleep with blood still on your hands. And when you woke, you were not alone...

The Archmage has a problem, and is scouring Skyrim for the answer. J'zargo, as her most talented subordinate who is still young enough to actually go adventuring, has been dragged along for the ride. This one is... not amused, to say the least. (Rated for boobs and boob-related humor. If this offends you, don't read it.)

Elune might be what some people call a miscreant. She's a thief, a mage, and a follower of Sheogorath. After being shoved into a certain jail cell with an innocent, do-good Wood Elf by the name of Dione, she is forced on a journey with her to save Tamriel from Mehrunes Dagon. Not only that, but she's called upon by her Lord to be the Champion of his realm. (Two Heroes of Kvatch)

Sister and Brother from Cyrodiil come to Skyrim to start their future. Having been pulled to Skyrim due to the return of the dragons, their dragon heritage surfaces. The girl, Eliza, is a half breed, Breton and wood elf, and her half brother Darius, is a full Breton. Female Dovahkiin x Miraak / Male Dovahkiin x Serana

[AU, Oneshot] Yimir, the Stormblade, enjoys a weekend with his lover, Aela the Huntress; together, the couple enjoys a bit of peace in their stressful lives, loving the others company, and, as it can not be any other way, as werewolves, hunting together, under the full moon and the blessing of Hircine.

Skyrim's planes hold not just dangers and mysteries, but also the stories of the ones that inhabit it. The DragonBorn faces a group of bandits, and learns something profound in the process. (One shot)

From the safety of an arranged marriage within the Cyrodiil aristocracy, to a battle to protect all she holds dear. Sarina Passero is cast into a war she doesn't understand, pit against mysterious assassins and daedric forces, and tasked with an impossible quest; to close the jaws of Oblivion, and to find and save Tamriel's only hope: the last Septim. An Oblivion novelisation.

I thought I'd passed through every barrier with a goal in my mind. I thought my time as Dragonborn could finally reach its end. For the foreseeable future, I thought I had all of the answers. Now, the time has come for me to rise up once more and finish this tale. This is the Book of the Dragonborn.

After years of fight and struggle, the Dragonborn seems to have at last found her stride in the world, and with a man she'd been at odds with since the start. But peace never lasts long, and the Dragonborn soon finds herself fighting not for the World, but the soul of a single man. (Dragonborn x Vilkas, standalone, "What Binds Us" sequel)

I'm surprised to hear the old assassin sigh instead of continue to scold me. "The Keeper and the Speaker are on their way," he says, his deep, rumbling voice unusually soft. "You must stay awake until they arrive, Amara." I hesitate, lick my lips, because I'm not sure that's a promise I can keep. "I'll try." Or, Amara bleeds out in a crypt and Lucien keeps her company. Two-shot.

Following the Stormcloak victory at the Battle for Solitude, Elisif is given a list of impossible demands to keep her throne. With a city recently-filled with Stormcloak soldiers and spies, she has no choice but to comply. A caged queen desperate to prove herself, she decides there is one thing more important than being High Queen: protecting Skyrim. [Eventual Ulfric/Elisif.]

This tale follows the adventures of Apheline, a Redguard, who struggles with her past as well as with her present situation of becoming the Dragonborn in Skyrim, a land of bitter cold and harsh terrain. It is presented in a journal type format. It will cover a playthrough of The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim as well as some mods, which I feel work with the Lore of the game.

A lowly bandit finds herself at the mercy of those around her. But her torment would last only until someone crashes into their camp with the power of the skies at his lips.

A Dunmer thief is sent on what he assumes to be a punishment assignment to the island of Solstheim, little does he know that the job he has been given is most likely the most important of his life. Set between Oblivion and Skyrim. As always, The Elder Scrolls and it's characters, locations, etc. are the intellectual property of Bethesda Softworks.

About 20 years after the events of Skyrim, the Second Great War continues with no end in sight. With the Thalmor completely annihilating all opposition, we follow our hero. Ahmes, who joins the Hunt, a mysterious journey that is said to be unsurvivable. Join Ahmes as he partakes in the Hunt and begins his journey to find the Last Dragonborn. (I suck at Summaries).

Frelvia Vedril: Imperial, scholar, connoisseur of boiled creme treats, mage with power far beyond that which she should possess, and orphan. She's on a hunt for answers and only has one small clue to help her start. As far as she's concerned, nothing will stand in her way on her quest to find out who she really is (so long as it doesn't involve riding a horse, of course).

Khajiit thief and Guild Master, Volume, starts having some problems. 1st, Mercer Fray begins to haunt her in her sleep. Then, her relationship with her second in command, Brynjolf, becomes horribly confusing on both ends. Suddenly, Volume is caught between the life she made in the Guild, her past and current dealings with Daedric Princes, and her protecting her most guarded secret.

With one moment the life of Rue Cadia begins again, with a new chance to be more than she was and carve a new life whilst fighting the demons of her old. Danger, friendships and hardships await.

The pain hasn't faded yet, but the memories have. Faces fleet, and events get mixed up. The insanity of time has lost it's meaning. Nobody knows the date, nobody cares about the location. It is an unknown shore, for he doesn't care any more. The only thing that remains are questions. Tie in to my other story, Nerevar Reborn. Warning: This story is very very dark.

Since becoming the Dragonborn, Arthur has defeated a who's who of enemies from Harkon to Miraak to Alduin himself. Now with Ulfric dead and Skyrim recovering from the Civil War, Arthur is sought out by General Tullius to help the Legion get ready for another battle with the Thalmor..will he agree and what will he have to do if he does?

Three men of the Companions bite off more than they can chew.